I would sit here and type up all the stupidities that happened this weekend, but I think my fingerprints would rub off.
and if I could only use one word to describe this weekend, it would have to be”loud”.
My brother Kiki invited me to The Poconos, and since I have never been, I was so excited to drag Chris along with me. I had no idea what was in store for this trip, what we were doing, who was going to be there, nothing. I had an address and gps to guide me.
Sixteen, that’s how many of us there was in total. I walked into the house and introduced myself to the faces I didn’t recognize and gave huge hugs to the one I did. I have known these people for so long, around 8 years if I had to guess. I almost never hang out with them anymore, because I no longer live in my mother’s house, and barely find myself over in that direction. My brother Kiki and all of them are almost family, they do everything together.
The place was so pretty and spacious. As soon as I saw how many of us there was, I figured we would all be crashing on the floor, but I soon realized how wrong I was.
3 floors, 6 rooms, 2 bathrooms, pool table, and a ping pong table. I think we were set.
As soon as we picked a room and dropped our bags, we had plenty of choices when it came to drinks. Everyone had already started and it was up to us to catch up.
The drinking games started, beer pong, Never have I ever, flip cup, spin the shot glass, absolutely anything that was playable, was turned into a drinking game.
We danced to absolutely everything, some even stripped while wearing a panda hat (I know), one couldn’t stop twerking, some threw up, karaoke was sang, pool was played, bets were made. One of us dyed their baldie hot pink (coug cough Kiki) and was being called Dennis Rodman all night.Jhonny grilled some burgers and hotdogs for dinner, while I came prepared with a baked ziti for everyone to destroy. Mission accomplished.
Jemaly made us breakfast, and for those who were hung over, they barely chewed with how good that food was,
On on the itinerary was ATV’s. Everyone was excited. I was willing to go and see everyone act up (and crash) but decided to not ride. It was way too cold for me to even handle, and since Chris and I recently rode in Santo Domingo we opted out and headed to a hometown bar that was right next door…a bar with crappy flat wine, but the best coconut shrimp in orange sauce. Yum! Night two of drinking was more extreme than the first, We were singing along to Usher songs, like we were all heartbroken, Oh help us.
Taking turns napping, since who needs sleep anyway? So whenever someone new woke up, you heard the whole house cheer and shots were immediately poured so they could play catch up.
Hanging out with my brother was amazing, since I feel like we don’t hang out as much as we should. I felt a little bad because the whole time I was there I kept called him Kiki, which is a childhood nickname (his name is Christian) so everyone started making fun of him, calling him Kiki most of the trip. Sorry boo!After check out time, the festivities didn’t end there. We headed off to a tiny diner, where we took over the entire place. Latino New Yorkers, you know we were loud, I felt so bad for everyone else around us, but hey, they got a huge tip to make up for it.
We headed up the road to go zip lining, but found out it was closed due to the season, so decided to go snow tubing instead and I don’t regret it one bit.
It was so much fun! We were all racing each other, competitive to the max. Us girls took advantage and let the men do all the work while we just sat there with our feet up enjoying the ride.
This was a great mini getaway and i’m so glad I came. Not only did I get to bond with my brother, but also with long time friends I hope I get to see more of. Thank you so much everyone, I better see you guys next time…hmmmm.. I’m thinking maybe some waterparks somewhere? hahaha*The drunken mess in this cabin, there are no words, so stay tuned for the video.