I never did finish up the Mexican trip…
So after New Testament freaked Shaloah out with his proclamation of undying love, she stayed as far away from as she could. It however, did not deter him. On her last day, he ran into her, told her he had some errands to run but would like to see her later for a chat. When we ran into her, she asked us if we remembered her fearing he would buy her a ring. We nodded and then she opened her hand…. NO! it wasn’t a ring but it was the fugliest necklace ever. Ok.. so it wasn’t the fugliest but it wasn’t pretty either. We weren’t sure what he was trying to accomplish with that.
Thursday of that week was Shaloah’s last day (not including the day she flew out). We stayed local, did some aqua aerobics, played a little beach volleyball and played some beach soccer… the only problem were the kids. No they didn’t suck.. they were quite good in fact. So good they could be deemed as the most over competitive children ever… This one child who was probably about 11 years old was on the opposing volleyball team, lost and then proceeded to pick up a load of sand & chuck it. We switched up the courts and he was on the team with K-dog and me and he kept butting in front of her to take her hits. I swear she was about to drop kick him…
Course I found this all funny til soccer. Yes, it was really cool to run up and down the beach with the tide rolling in & play a game. Because of a HACKING cough I developed during that week, I thought it best to hang back & just play defense. So when the cluster of kids would come running at me, no I wouldn’t take them out (who knew my competitiveness had boundaries?), but I would stop before I completely ran them over.. THEM, not so much. No, one of those overly competetive children took out my foot. Felt til very recently that I had a broken toe. I had to stop or this would effect my drinking that evening and well, I couldn’t have that.
That night we had our second fancy dinner. This time in the Italian restaurant but both K-dog & Cynner were starting to feel the effects of Mexico. Cynner had excused herself early and called it a night. The three of us were starting to feel a little worn from our week of partying but K-dog gave us a very inspiring pep talk with only 2 things to say when she came back from the bathroom.
A: Her poo was still solid (yes, it’s gross to hear it now but trust me was quite the feat one week into PV) and B: If drunk shaky Janet can get hammered each day, so could we.
Yes, Drunk Shaky Janet.. the woman at the resort who, every morning was violently shaking but by 8pm each night would be SHIZhammered. I met her at the salad bar when she informed me she needed a break from her husband & child whom she was vacationing with. I thought it was funny. Later when I saw her in the lounge & mentioned if she was still needing a break, it was as funny as her husband was standing to her side. Instead she just wondered who the hell I was. Although, after seeing her performance that week, I wonder perhaps that she really didn’t know who I was. When we were later talking to MCF, he mentioned he hated her because he ‘grabbed’ him during tequila volleyball (which takes place in the pool, you could imagine what happens under the surface).
Anyways… we hit the lounge & decided that we were not going to be sucked into another all you can drink venue (the last one being the crappy foam party that made us sick). We opted to step out like rock stars… Well, we looked like them so why not act like them.
We started at a funky lounge downtown which was decorated with beds as seats (or is that sex in the city) but it was very Yaletown & we loved it there but it wasn’t packed like we were craving so moved on. Thinking we were going to go to Zoo, we started walking & passed by Mandala. Just as we were walking by a door girl called out & asked if we wanted to come.. bada bing.. thru the rope, and to a table we were escorted. Had a final encounter with My Hero there. Was the only time during the entire week where I saw him sober and couldn’t help but wonder how drunk WAS I?
We finally did make it down to zoo and like before, got the rock star treatment. Yes, we walked in. Yes, we were given a table and yes, we had a tray full of drinks brought to us by some young’ins that were visiting from another area of Mexico. I mentioned that the first night I had met a guy named Paco. Loved it.. mostly because I always tell Gaylord that I’m naming my first born that but he was tall… and was the last tall Mexican guy I met all week. One of the boys asked me to dance & proceeded to stand on a step to match my height and still didn’t see eye to eye with me (hey! my shoes make me at least 6ft!).
Although, nice…. not ones we were going to stay with. We had our street meat & called it an evening.
I prevented anyone from sleeping in as my violent cough was acting up so I went to the pool early the next day. Cynner followed shortly after & refused to let me nap… instead like the little disturber she was, MADE me talk to her all morning. I believe my name has now been replaced with: Dirtbag. Shaloah left later that morning but not before having a farewell shooter & she was gone. Quite sad.
Our last day wasn’t memorable. I just know we were to meet up with the staff that evening to go salsa dancing however due to some miscommunications & impatient drunk people, we never met up. We went back to our usual route.. Mandala/Zoo. K-dog finally had enough, and called it a night. Cynner and I met some more local guys… one of which that took a fancy to me that did NOT speak English however, I figured out he thought I was really tall as he was really short but held on to me nonetheless. Loved the way when we went dancing, he still hung onto his beer & his smoke… so grand. Thought I’d escape by excusing myself to the bathroom but the gentleman that he was, walked me there, & waited outside. When we walked back downstairs to where his friends were, I felt as though I was being presented much like Tom does with KatE.
We beat it out of there after I had enough of my clingy dude. Cynner and I met up with Raoul at a local bar that was SO GREAT. 3 floors & a rooftop patio…. very cool. If I hadn’t re-stubbed my broken toe & flipped my toe nail back, I’m sure I would have had more fun. The blood trickling from my foot was starting to concern me as I kept picturing me picking up some latent disease thru my nail.
We called a cab and made it past Pepé’s one last time. When we climbed back in the cab Raoul decided to inform me that I was a really great girl but I have managed to give every cab driver in PV an anatomy lesson and in fact the other night in the lounge he had to stare at the ceiling instead of looking me… awesome. I told you all I was classy. Now that I’m emulating Britney just backs up my argument. Guess all that’s left is to start talking to myself. If you see me at a gas station, just hand me some starbucks & keep walking.
Never have I been so sad to go home. We were able to hang out at the hotel til about 3pm. We got our final day tan on. I think I even shed a tear when the bellboy cut our wrist band off & we bid farewell to our resort. K-dog loved PV so much that she has booked a trip back in March. I would love to go the following year again. Was great. I will however, refuse to go on that lame boat cruise… and maybe stay off the beach at night.