Sunday March 14th, 2010
Days in Mexico: 2 and a half... where does the time go?
Margaritas: Lost count at some point...
Walks back to our building that I don't remember: 1... if there weren't pictures, I still wouldn't believe it actually happened.
Like a starving man on a Thanksgiving dinner, we headed back to the beach in the morning for more sun. This time we claimed some chairs by the pool.
Michelle, Ethan, and Holly and Mike all attended a timeshare meeting to procure some good deals on excursions. We were all in the pool when Michelle and her parents showed up... with no Ethan. They didn't know where he was, we didn't know where he was. Bad news. Charles went looking for him, and an hour or so later they show up with stories of Ethan having some beers on the beach without a care in the world. Several good swims, a handstand competition, and a couple drinks later at the room ("Killer Margaritas") we headed into Puerto Vallarta.
We landed in a tequila and cigar shop. We were going to take Michelle's parents out for dinner. We just wanted to find a way to do something for them because they had been so generous. They were reluctant to let us do anything, but food at Pipi's was on us. The wait to get in was around an hour, and in the mean time we wandered around looking for a bathroom. We ordered margaritas there. Apparently, the margaritas there are huge! It was intense, but delicious. The food there was pretty fantastic too.
A day at the beach is very draining, and everyone was pretty tired by the time we got back; this, of course was after singing the same three lines from Bohemian Rhapsody over and over again in the taxi. Ethan and I decided to walk Michelle back to her parent's room. We got in the door and barely a minute passed before a beer went into my hand. With cigars at the ready and a beer in hand, where else could we go but the beach. So we started walking to the beach and stopped on the bridge. It was there we sat and chatted and shared. We talked to everyone who walked by. One guy walked by, and Holly asked him if he wanted to stop and chat. He told us his name was Alfredo and that he was a student at Texas A&M. I told him about St. Patrick's Day celebrations (my favorite holiday) in Bucerias. Ethan and I decided that it was too late to go back to our room, so we stayed with Michelle and the 'rents that night.
Monday March 15th, 2010
Days in Mexico: 3 and a half
Souvenirs bought: none so far
Trips to Puerto Vallarta: 2
People in the Winner's Circle: 1
Pictures of Pigeons so far: 13 (not including the ones I deleted because I felt bad for taking so many)
A day set apart for going to Puerto Vallarta. Good times. Having stayed in the other building, we still had to walk back to ours before we got going. Longest walk ever. I'm fairly certain the walk back took at least 2 hours.
We decided to catch the bus to PV, and when we got off the first bus, we started walking. Totally skipped the second bus. Definitely have to say second longest walk ever. By the time we got there, we were ready to head back and jump in the pool. A few of us ate at this little restaurant by the bus stop called Taco Loco. The burritos were just meat, cheese and lettuce, but the shells were great and they had this sauce that was like a chipotle sauce... phenomenal!
A few souvenir stops, and a few of us decided to go back. One group stayed in PV, and the rest of us headed back to the pool. We camped out by the pool again, and Mandi and I ended up staying in the pool for several hours. There may or may not (leaning towards may) have been a mudslide (the drink) in the mix. The bartender's name was Omar, and he even allowed a free refill (which is insane because the drink was rather expensive).
When everyone got back, we made some pasta and wop. The night was spent in the hotel. We did an 8 o'clock swim and played Monkey in the Middle and 500. When the pool closed, we moved to dry land and played BS, Old Maid and Pass the Pigs. Ethan totally owned at PTP, he was firmly placed in the winner's circle ( a big 0). There was some wop drinking that night... You'll see how that ends up.
Days in Mexico: 2 and a half... where does the time go?
Margaritas: Lost count at some point...
Walks back to our building that I don't remember: 1... if there weren't pictures, I still wouldn't believe it actually happened.
Like a starving man on a Thanksgiving dinner, we headed back to the beach in the morning for more sun. This time we claimed some chairs by the pool.
Michelle, Ethan, and Holly and Mike all attended a timeshare meeting to procure some good deals on excursions. We were all in the pool when Michelle and her parents showed up... with no Ethan. They didn't know where he was, we didn't know where he was. Bad news. Charles went looking for him, and an hour or so later they show up with stories of Ethan having some beers on the beach without a care in the world. Several good swims, a handstand competition, and a couple drinks later at the room ("Killer Margaritas") we headed into Puerto Vallarta.
We landed in a tequila and cigar shop. We were going to take Michelle's parents out for dinner. We just wanted to find a way to do something for them because they had been so generous. They were reluctant to let us do anything, but food at Pipi's was on us. The wait to get in was around an hour, and in the mean time we wandered around looking for a bathroom. We ordered margaritas there. Apparently, the margaritas there are huge! It was intense, but delicious. The food there was pretty fantastic too.
A day at the beach is very draining, and everyone was pretty tired by the time we got back; this, of course was after singing the same three lines from Bohemian Rhapsody over and over again in the taxi. Ethan and I decided to walk Michelle back to her parent's room. We got in the door and barely a minute passed before a beer went into my hand. With cigars at the ready and a beer in hand, where else could we go but the beach. So we started walking to the beach and stopped on the bridge. It was there we sat and chatted and shared. We talked to everyone who walked by. One guy walked by, and Holly asked him if he wanted to stop and chat. He told us his name was Alfredo and that he was a student at Texas A&M. I told him about St. Patrick's Day celebrations (my favorite holiday) in Bucerias. Ethan and I decided that it was too late to go back to our room, so we stayed with Michelle and the 'rents that night.
Monday March 15th, 2010
Days in Mexico: 3 and a half
Souvenirs bought: none so far
Trips to Puerto Vallarta: 2
People in the Winner's Circle: 1
Pictures of Pigeons so far: 13 (not including the ones I deleted because I felt bad for taking so many)
A day set apart for going to Puerto Vallarta. Good times. Having stayed in the other building, we still had to walk back to ours before we got going. Longest walk ever. I'm fairly certain the walk back took at least 2 hours.
We decided to catch the bus to PV, and when we got off the first bus, we started walking. Totally skipped the second bus. Definitely have to say second longest walk ever. By the time we got there, we were ready to head back and jump in the pool. A few of us ate at this little restaurant by the bus stop called Taco Loco. The burritos were just meat, cheese and lettuce, but the shells were great and they had this sauce that was like a chipotle sauce... phenomenal!
A few souvenir stops, and a few of us decided to go back. One group stayed in PV, and the rest of us headed back to the pool. We camped out by the pool again, and Mandi and I ended up staying in the pool for several hours. There may or may not (leaning towards may) have been a mudslide (the drink) in the mix. The bartender's name was Omar, and he even allowed a free refill (which is insane because the drink was rather expensive).
When everyone got back, we made some pasta and wop. The night was spent in the hotel. We did an 8 o'clock swim and played Monkey in the Middle and 500. When the pool closed, we moved to dry land and played BS, Old Maid and Pass the Pigs. Ethan totally owned at PTP, he was firmly placed in the winner's circle ( a big 0). There was some wop drinking that night... You'll see how that ends up.
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