Christmas in July
Ive had this in my hard drive the entire time. Finally dusted it off and sent it in. Enjoy!
WWWW 2004 Trip Report
I wonder sometimes if I can write another trip report that wont be the same as the last. That would mean of course, having a boring trip and I dont think that is possible at Hedo II especially with the Winter WWW.
Our third return trip with the WWW (ninth over all) was reminiscent of the movie Same Time Next Year , with Alan Alda. So many changes over the past year with everyone, from job losses and promotions, to deaths, marriages and births yet the people were the same. Everyone has their stuff and its left at the door. Its amazing how just walking into that lobby the stress melts away. So much fun and so little time even though we were there for 10 days. The trip ended as fast as we arrived. Customs was particularly slow but we lucked out and did not get checked even with four suitcases. With 291 attending this year it was again impossible to meet everyone but we managed to meet a few more new people who I am sure we will be adding to our circle of Hedo friends (which just keeps getting bigger and bigger) and still had time to get to know repeaters a bit better as well as catching up with fiends. If you are thinking of joining us next year, please do youll never find such a great group of friends that are just waiting for you to meet.
First of all the facility looked great. You could really see the difference in vegetation growth from the lushness of Montego Bay growing sparser as we got closer to Hedo II from the effects of Hurricane Ivan. In Negril, the tops of the trees were pretty new palm fronds much smaller than ones seen in MoBay. Basically the resort looked like it had a good cleaning out of its landscaping. Not bad at all.
We missed Michaels familiar Welcome Home as he was on vacation and made it to our ROH room which had two double beds a quick call to the front desk got that resolved in minutes but that cause us to loose our familiar H-Block spot which left us a bit disoriented all week (well, it worked as a good excuse anyhow!).
Every day was the best day because we were there and so were many friends. Its amazing how you can pick up right where you left off a year ago and not miss a beat!
John (SFU John) was a hoot and it was fun to watch him discover Hedo through newbie eyes. He was like a kid in a candy store and appeared to be going through a bit of self-discovery which is always fun to watch unfold. Leftear is a real sweetheart and we were able to share laughs with Ron and Diana & Karen & Carmine this year. (Who knew wed meet Gadaffi!) Cant believe I didnt recognize Paul without his clothes on! Thats one of the problems with attending Hedo parties in the states. J The Super Surprise couple returned with the WWW this year and it was great to chat with them again. It was nice see some of the Sandy Hook and Lighthouse beach crowd join the WWW. I hope to see you at the beaches or at the Reunion at Sandy Hook August 26-28 (Had to get a plug in!) Mary at 75 years young is still going strong and just an incredible inspiration and was there almost a month when we arrived and although not with the WWW I think everyone feels a sense of fellowship with her.
The group was much larger this time and it really didnt seem to make much of a difference except for the fact any lounge chairs that offered a bit of shade were hard to come by due to the loss of limbs by hurricane Ivan. Our usual spot of the first row of lounge chairs by the building was now 100% sun so we moved down closer to Delroys and had the second row of chairs yielding 50% shade. Community lounge chairs became popular as the sun moved during the course of the day changing which lounge chairs had shade.
This was probably one of the laziest vacations yet. We rarely moved our butts from the lounge chairs. If we did, it was to go to the pool, Delroys, Roberts or the hot tub. We never even made it into the water to float. Actually, the most exercise I did was to ride the infamous Sybian. Pretty cool! Hey, you gotta try everything once, right? (Except I really would have liked to give it a shot again with a little less anxiety.) I mean that thing has more attachments than my vacuum cleaner and when it started to sound like Tim Air accelerating I started laughing which kind of wrecked the momentum a bit. Diane was a natural for the controls. Gary and Georgette must have loved their room which was located directly above Dianes.
The rumors are true about the new chef. The food has definitely improved and the Friday night feast is exactly that. Wonderfully displayed foods to please every palate were lined up and there were plenty of lobster tails for a full house of guests. I think Dennys presence is instrumental with regards to service from the resort and they try to do more special things for the group like breakfast on the beach. What a treat!! We did not hear of one person who wasnt able to get their fill. All other restaurants were closed now on Fridays which I think was a smart move. The dining room was packed and it made for a very festive atmosphere. Unfortunately, towards the last couple of days of the trip, Hedonites were dropping like flies due to a stomach illness going around. Luckily we escaped its wrath but it made for a very quiet bus ride back to MoBay. However we did have a 21 bun salute by friends left behind on Moon Hill. Thank you!
Our initial plan of going to dinner at the French Restaurant at Grand Lido for the first toga night was a complete bust. After talking the guys into bringing their sport coats, we found there is no longer reciprocity between the two resorts as of October. If you want to go to dinner at either resort, it will cost you $90 and only guests of Grand Dildo can dine at the French Restaurant. Management was kind enough to arrange for us to go the following week to any of the other restaurants, and we graciously declined as we had heard the French Restaurant was rival to any five-star and by that time WWW was in full swing and we didnt want to miss a thing.
We had one of the newer rooms with the renovated bathrooms. I think by the end of the trip we finally figured out how to work the shower controls. We had cold water twice but that could have been due to our inability to figure out how to work everything. Finding out later there was a piece missing on the temperature control knob I am sure added to our confusion.
Trying to make dinner reservations was annoying. After waiting in line for 20 minutes to make reservations for 12 at Munasan, we arrived to find our reservation was changed to 8 people. What was worse what that someone had actually whited out our reservation for 12 and replaced with the number 8 and then tried to tell me I had approved that! I guess things happen for a reason so we had a quiet dinner to ourselves and retired early to rest up for the next day. Later that week making reservations became almost impossible as they change the mode it which it could be done. Single individuals were no longer able to make reservations for a table of friends. Each individual had to physically go to the reservation desk to sign for their own reservations. Since people wake up at various times, we just gave up making any more reservations ate more in the dining room than in the past. Since the new chef had such tasty main course dishes it wasnt a problem.
Note to self: Never trust a Keebler Elf. Friends decided to make their own brownies since we got ripped off last year at Jennys. This time there was a bit of hash added. It was concluded a blender should have been used to mix and not the plastic fork from Roberts. We offered two out to guinea pigs which we observed to be fine and they reported it was all good. Yeah right! Never trust Gaddafi or anyone he hangs with! After the repeaters party which featured a great martini bar, about six of us each had a small piece only about one inch square maybe even less. Just like clock work one hour later it kicked in. I knew if we didnt get to the dining room Id never make it so I told hubby we had to leave NOW! I had to leave all our glow stuff which I brought tons to hand out because I was now totally incapable of trying to figure out what to do with it all. Walking up to the dining room took at least four days and I had to tell myself that I was not being followed by glow sticks and that there were faces attached to people in there somewhere (it was wear black and glow night- like I needed that!) I heard people comment as they passed, Brownies, huh? I must have been a sight. We waited at the bar for at least 6 hours for our friends and I was convinced that the brownies got them too and they were now stuck in their rooms unable to get out or get a message to us for help. Sounds were loud, voices unintelligible. Partymon was talking to me and I knew that because I saw his lips move. I just didnt understand why he was looking more and more like pac man running back and forth as the walls were moving in and out with streaks of light. Our friends arrived (by the clock we had only waited about 10 minutes) and the task of trying to walk all of 15 feet to Pastafaries was daunting. The three steps became scary and I had a hard time figuring out how to go through the glass doors by opening them and not going through them. What alarmed me the most was the look on our sober friends faces of grave concern. That just served to confirm what I already knew. I was in this deep do-do. This was not a good thing and Martha Stewart would not approve. It appeared hubby and especially myself must have gotten a chunk of the hash as no one else seemed to be as F%$&#* up as we were. I didnt make it through dinner (dont ask it wasnt pretty!) and our dear friends kindly escorted (carried) us back to our room, just about tucking us in and keeping the key to check on us later lest we die like I was convinced we were going to.
We lost the entire night and I was out the next day as well. Hubby woke me up at 4 or 5 pm the next day as he didnt want me to miss any more of our vacation. Needless to say there was no energy for Toga Night. What great friends to have that will put you to bed! Thank you again to all of you who kindly help us find our room! I think we would have been on all fours looking for it without their help. This however seemed to be the theme for the whole trip. Several Hedonites were put to bed over the course of that week. Guess we all just really needed to unwind. Gotta get back there more often!
Highlights of the trip were a ten handed massage by our hubbys and somehow we ran out of time to reciprocate as we promised we would. Oh well, there is always a Hedo Party or the beach next summer for us make it up to them! The guys did do a great job. It was funny however to watch how many coats of paint were put on the walk-way while the workers watched the massages in action.
As luck would have it, a self-appointed lawyer had security hand deliver a soepena to the dastardly Keebler Elves for the loss of a Hedo day and other related damages. They deny any wrong doing, but court will resume same time next year.
The MMB was a huge success and everyone had a blast and a good amount of money was raised for charity. I think its a give-in that we at least have a Reggae Band on the Beach again next year.
Hundred of ping pong balls in the pool with instructions on who to kiss, lick, etc. much like the dice was a cute addition.
The Erotic Gift Exchange was fun and I swear there was never a goat on the property.
PJ Night was short for us (and we noticed others left for the same reason) because it was just way too hot in the disco. Perhaps management should consider moving it to the main dining room for the WWW group. We could just wear the PJs to dinner it would certainly be more interesting!
Its hard to remember all of the little things that make up a great trip except for the fact the smiling and laughter just doesnt stop. It is such a great group and everyone plays so well off each other that you can sit in the lounge chair all day long and just be entertained by the friends you are with.
Suffice to say, the atmosphere remains sexually charged even thought the Russian Judge gave only a 3.5 to the threesome on the raft. Piece by piece will live on forever and we knew the guy who got the goat from the guy who knew the guy with the goat.
We returned exhausted and amazed that when at Hedo we go to bed at 2, 3, or even 4 am and are up at 8 am ready to do it all over again same time next year. Now that were home, by 10 pm we are beat! Yes, Hedo is a state of mind.
Irie!
The Sunlovers
