So, one day...
...one day back in December, after tio-ing for far too long, Kristina, Sam, and MarkyMark decided to take a little New Year's slash needed-to-leave-the-county-to-renew-our-visas vacation in Belize. It consisted of the normal Belizean island beach-bumming, sun-soaking, swimming with the fishies (and manta rays. yes, truth) fun.
However, there then arrived a moment when Kristina and Sam started talking up the Bob Marley-ness of this picturesque Belizean island scene. It went a little something like this:
Sam (or Kristina, it doesn't really matter): Man, this island vacation is incredible. If only we had some Bob Marley playing and we would be golden!
Kristina: Ah, yes! We totally need some Bob Marley tunes right now!
MarkyMark: Who?
Kristina and Sam: Oh MarkyMark! Hahahahaha!
MarkyMark: No, really. Who is Bob Marley?
Kristina and Sam: Wait... WHAT?!?! You. Are. Seriously. Joking. Right now. Right??
MarkyMark: Umm... no. Who is this Bob Marley character?
Kristina and Sam exchanged some appalled and flabbergasted glances before both turning to Mark and (as he would say, "in a cackling scream," but really, we just SAID LOUDLY), "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!!?! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO BOB MARLEY IS?!?! WHO ARE YOU?!?!"
Well, MarkyMark's excuse was his undying passion for classical music. So obviously why on earth would he know who Bob Marley was? I mean, he's only the Father of Reggae; the King of.... well you know, ask smokers everywhere; the Dreaders of Dreads. I mean, he's FREAKING BOB MARLEY!
Unfortunately, to MarkyMark's dismay, that afternoon we not only heard Bob Marley on the radio... more than once... we also heard him mentioned in a conversation between a fifty-year-old couple at our beach bungalow; saw his face on a towel; saw his face again on a backpack;and well, let's just say, MarkyMark never heard the last of it. Kristina and Sam taunted him for the remainder of their picturesque Belizean vacation. Well, in reality, we still taunt him about it. And will continue to for years and adventures to come. So much for: "what happens in Belize, stays in Belize."
Our vacation finally came to a sad ending. However, as mentioned above, the ridicule did not. So, to celebrate Bob Marley's special day (his birthday is February 6th people, not April 20th, come on) we surprised MarkyMark with a little pot-hat-wearing, red-yellow-green-black-sporting, reggae-tunes-busting birthday wish!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB MARLEY! We love you MarkyMark.
xoxo,
Sam and Kristina (two of the three "extremely" faithful women)
PS. If you're reading this, and you do not know who Bob Marley is... SHAME ON YOU! Go look it up. RIGHT NOW! Or better yet, just go to medical school. That's what Mark's doing.
