Day 3 - Finally.....

Okay, so somewhat predictably Mike and I woke up first on Monday.

Greg comes out, and looks at the plate of sandwiches we had taken from the 24-hour bar and asks where they came from...

Iain: "You're not serious....you were eating them last night...."
Greg (not sounding convinced): "Oh....okay....."
Iain: "Do you remember the story you were telling us while you ate them?"
Greg: "What story?"

At which point Mike and I fall on the floor laughing...and proceed to explain to Greg what he and Jon got up to the previous day. To be fair, it turns out Mike had no recollection of a dog he practically adopted while we were on 5th Ave. the previous night (he named him Pedro)...but that wasn't nearly as noteworthy, I don't think.

Note the incredible amount on sand on Jon's jeans..... and, yes... they stayed there until we packed to leave

Then Jon comes wandering out....he recalled, and pointed out that we had in fact gotten more drunk and caused more shit than the first day. A pact was made to never make any more stupid proclamations, and in fact I decided that we should actively try to top ourselves today...just to be sure.

So after our customary dos cervesas with lunch, we decide to check out the beach.


And with it, the beach bar.


This went well. So well, in fact, that I think we all pulled muscules in our necks, but that I was also doing well enough that I felt it was time to make my first serious purchase: A sombrero.

Now, I knew I was half in the bag, but I was determined to argue and negotiate myself down to 150 pesos (about $15US). Now, when the guy opened at like 300 pesos, I was worried, but I played the whole "this is all I have" game...then dug around a pulled out some change....and when he wouldn't budge from $17US, I gave him 159 pesos, and he was happy. I'm sure I still got ripped off, but it felt some kind of victory in my boozy brain.... and plus, I had a sombrero! Which of course I wore back to the hotel, and Jon started into the comments of "bigger'n a normal hat!" which would continue ad nauseum for the rest of the night....well, at least until he got into the Johnny Cash......but that's coming up.

I have to just take a minute to mention a really nice (and understanding) couple from Calgary, Lindsay and Derrick, who against their wills started doing Tequila shots with us after dinner, and ended up hanging out with us for most of the rest of the night, as well as a few other nights later in the week. Cool people, and proof that we could still associate with the normals when required!

Well, after we just about killed them with shots (there's a small chance Derrick is allergic to Tequila, but he got over it), they had big plans (actual sightseeing, and such...Mayan ruins, I believe) for the following day, so when they tapped out at midnight, we were proud of them for having stuck it out as long as they did... Greg, however, was another story altogether.

This guy took a nap between the beach and dinner (almost missing dinner) and then just as we were heading out, he said that he "just had to go back to the room for a minute". Needless to say, he just went to sleep.... Dick.

So Jon, Mike and I head out down 5th Ave. again....but, of course, it's some ridiculous hour, and Monday night, too....so only a few of the clubs are open (or rather, worth going to...). We start waking, and for about the 2 hours, all Jon sings incessantly is the opening three lines from Folsom Prison Blues:

I hear the train a comin' it's rollin 'round the bend
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on.

And a wonderful line to yell hammered in a foreign country from A Boy Named Sue:

My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you're gonna die!!"

Well, at least he wasn't ragging on my hat anymore...... Oh, yeah. I'm still very much wearing the sombrero...and a poncho that Mike bought..... I couldn't have looked more like a tourist if I had tried!!

Anyhoo...we end up at the far end of 5th Ave., having not found the bar we were looking for.... however, now we have to pee. Not a problem! Jon and I step around the corner to take care of business somewhat out of view.... and I hear a whistle. Sometimes you can just tell when a whistle is bad....but it was from down the road, and I was pretty out of sight...unlike Jon. So, I go farther around the corner, finish, and hightail it outta there.....I run into Mike coming to likely do the same thing, turn him around, and we both kinda slowly bolt.

Jon's getting hastled by the cops... again.....

Anyway, it turns out they're just security guards, and they start asking for $10US..... Jon gives them 5 pesos, and the guy seems greatful....

After another hour or so of Johnny Cash (we're not moving particularly efficiently at this point, I have to admit), we're back at the hotel, and after spending something like 20 or 30 minutes trying to break down Greg's door and trying to open it with credit cards, we give up and go to bed.......

Bigger'n a normal hat!