Just scream Pedro

Playa del Carmen was awesome! The flight down was uneventful thankfully. We got to our hotel around 9 PM. We went to the local restaurant that JP said was the best, El Fogon, and he was right. After that we of course had some margaritas.

Our first full day there we were minding our own business and relaxing on the big beds the hotel had on the beach. We decided to take a dip in the pool. There was a lady with a cast on her forearm also taking a dip. Of course the husband decided to be chatty Cathy. She was from New York, worked in fashion and was there on her own because her flight got cancelled to Milan due to the Icelandic problem- no not Bjork, the volcanic ash cloud.

We hung out with her for the day, having a few too many drinks. I of course told everyone that it was the husband's birthday. I kept using the phrase feliz cumpleanos (close to the extent of my high school Spanish which is sad since I did get a 4 on the AP). She was drinking an interesting drink called a machulata. I decided to go get one and she said no just scream Pedro and a waiter will come over here. I thought the better of that and went and got me own.

The husband got tickets to Weezer at the Borgata and I bought him some Birkenstocks down in Mexico since he was complaining about the lack of support from his flip flops.

Our new friend joined us for birthday dinner and proceeded to spill champagne all over me. She also convinced us to go in on taking a boat out to go snorkeling the next day.

It was a blast actually. We got a bit drunk. We went snorkeling and the husband and I followed a few sea turtles around. We also got to observe a sanote. That was cool. Our new friend and the first mate then decided to celebrate 4/20. For dinner that night we went to an authentic Mexican restaurant around the corner from the hotel that a Canadian couple at the beach hotel recommended. It was really good.

Thursday we again took JP's advice and took the local bus down to the ruins at Tulum. It was pretty amazing. We hit the beach there too which was interesting as we just hopped into the bushes and changed into our trunks. That night we went to a restaurant that served authentic Mayan cuisine and it was really good as well. We then hit the lounge at the Deseo Hotel JP recommended- holy shit the bartenders there are smokin'!

Friday we actually got up and did a run along the main drag. It was very early and still relatively cool. The humidity was just starting up. It was neat to see all the cocks (as in male chickens- get your minds out of the gutter) early in the morning walking freely. I also was amazed at all the stray dogs that just roam around that early in the morning.

That day we spent out on the beach on the beds. There were tons of Texan there and at our hotel. Seriously, Texas chicks are nearly as loud and verbose as Jersey chicks. After a while the husband and decided we'd had enough of their incessant chatter and went and took a nap.

That night we hit the hotel restaurant and it was an excellent meal.

The only intelligence we got from JP- and I think we were just off on our timing- was the local gay bar in town. It wasn't bad but it was not as hopping for us as it was for him when he was there.

The flight back was eventful as we flew into Hotlanta even with us somehow scoring business class seat. One of the stewardesses remembered us from our flight down and she of course made sure out drinks were full the entire time as the husband got all chatty Cathy again. We flew through a thunderstorm and there was some serious lightning and they were pretty damn close. We hit a bar and had a quick burger and some booze. The flight to Newark was fine up until the point were the snotty stewardess asked me if I was dipping and I said yes. Well that is not allowed on flights you'll have to get rid of it. WTF? That was the first time I was told that but I complied as I had no desire to be arrested by Air Marshalls or anyone else.

The following part should not be read by Mr. Barrett if he is actually reading this. Sunday we got our asses up early, drove down to the house with the intention of installing the invisible fence for the kids. The pouring rain made us think twice and then when we realized the power and cable lines are buried we nixed that idea. Instead we ripped up all the ugly, old carpeting in the foyer, living room and dining room. Then our friends who are currently looking for a house stopped by to see our recent purchase. It was fun because we got to take them on a walk through the whole property and it is neat! The woods are awesome and the boys will have fun there.

I really am not liking Warren Buffet more and more especially now that he will get an exemption from any derivatives ban. I guess that is one of the positives of being a good Democrat. Funny how he called derivatives WMDs but they are fine and dandy if he has them but no one else can. Welcome to Corporatist America which is also a plutocracy.