I'm taking a vacation from my vacation. I forgot how totally exhausting vacations can be. Well, this was one wasn't that exhausting. I did log a good 30 hours of beach time, which basically equates to sitting under an umbrella sipping on mojitos. It was good. Much needed. I also turned into something of a tri-color version of myself. Some was my usual pasty white, some was burned, some was tan. I'm not telling you which part was which.
As for retelling the story of the vacation, so much happened during the course of those seven days that I can't really remember it all and I'm having a hard time figuring out how to recount the trip.
Ok, the real reason I can't remember it all is that the sun or the alcohol beat all memory capability out of me. We all got kind of loopy after a while. I do remember a few things though.
- The seafood was excellent. I spent the whole week eating fish and shrimp.
- Mexicans like their mojitos really sweet. There was a cache of sugar at the bottom of every one (more so than usual).
- My tolerance for alcohol has sadly gone up.
- Mexican women are gorgeous. I think I want one.
- Aussies, Israelis, Brits, Italians, and Germans love Mexico. They were everywhere.
- Restaurant owners assumed my friends and I were Israeli, and first spoke to us in Hebrew instead of English. Evil I does look kind of Israeli (he's brown). Thankfully, Evil I and I do speak Hebrew, so we were able to correct the mistaken restauranteurs.
- When I spoke to members of the public, a mix of English, Spanish, and Hebrew came out.
- In case you forgot, "C" on the shower knob stands for "calor," not cold.
- If you get a Mexican cabbie on coke, hold on tight. Try closing your eyes for extra fun.
- Seat belts are kind of pointless because you'd probably rather die in the accident than get sent to a hospital.
- Bus drivers drive like they're in a small compact car.
- Taking a bus is always more fun than taking a cab.
- It helps to know the CEO of a nightclub on the Cancun strip.
- White sand and turquoise water are intoxicating.
More memories may trickle in over the coming days. Who knows what's rolling around up there.
I start the job on Monday. I'm excited. My boss will apparently be out of town for my whole first week, so that should make things interesting. Oh yeah, and some fun facts about my apartment (a duplex): When we arrived, there were no numbers on the house, so I wandered around for 20 minutes before I found the place. The dishwasher did not work. The previous occupant felt a minimal need to clean before moving out. The back door did not lock. My shower drain did not drain. The smoke detectors were simply decoration. But everything is slowly getting fixed and our landlord is great, and the apartment itself is spacious and nice. Pajama Grrl and I are happy. No, PJ and I are not dating. Get those dirty ideas out of your head.
Comments (10)
sounds like a lot of fun. this post should really help you land a sweet spot at a great law firm.
Posted by skorloff | August 14, 2007 10:43 AM
Posted on August 14, 2007 10:43
Nightclubs have CEOs?
Posted by jonathan | August 14, 2007 12:23 PM
Posted on August 14, 2007 12:23
Have you forgotten poc na?
For those of you lucky enough to miss it. poc na was the hostel we stayed at the first night. We were in a small unventilated un-ACed room with bloody sheets. Maybe p-man can describe it better.
Posted by evil I | August 14, 2007 2:22 PM
Posted on August 14, 2007 14:22
chris - that was the plan.
jon - all they really do is drink alcohol and field phone calls from the neurotic club owner.
I - Yes yes, of course, poc na. Here is the run-down.
Poc Na is a cozy hostel on Isla Mujeres not three minutes from the beach. You get to share a charming two bunk-bed room with whoever happens to crash your room, which has no AC and minimal ventilation. If you're lucky, you may get a room situated adjacent to one of the social areas, meaning you will be privy to many a lively conversation going on until 4 am. In addition, you have a good chance of meeting girls from the UK who play drinking games with the most inane rules known to man. Getting the rules straight probably requires a sufficient state of drunkenness. Lastly, the sheets do have blood stains, but that's really all a part of the Poc Na experience. Where else could you get this kind of combination? Nowhere.
Posted by particleman | August 15, 2007 2:03 PM
Posted on August 15, 2007 14:03
I'm kinda getting the feeling that Evil I's priority in accommodation is clean sheets & comfort and Particleman will overlook hygienic deficiencies if there is a greater likelihood of meeting drunk women with cute British accents. Am I right?
Posted by Heather | August 15, 2007 3:53 PM
Posted on August 15, 2007 15:53
Right-O, once again. But Evil I is equally driven by identical motivations. He just didn't come out and say it this time.
Posted by particleman | August 15, 2007 9:34 PM
Posted on August 15, 2007 21:34
To avoid being called evasive I make the following statement:
I like girls just like p-man. Unlike p-man, accents don't make me too excited, but boobs do.
I also dislike blood stained sheets particularly when its not my blood or the blood of someone I love.
Posted by evil i | August 15, 2007 10:01 PM
Posted on August 15, 2007 22:01
Or the blood of a virgin?
Sorry. Couldn't resist.
Posted by heather | August 16, 2007 8:01 AM
Posted on August 16, 2007 08:01
Only if I love the virgin.
Posted by evil I | August 16, 2007 10:21 AM
Posted on August 16, 2007 10:21
Wow, i could say so many things right now, but i prefer to leave the inappropriate comments to those that are better at making them.
Posted by particleman | August 16, 2007 10:34 AM
Posted on August 16, 2007 10:34