Day 4 - Dialling it down a notch
We decided officially that we would "take 'er easy" on Tuesday, seeing as it was "only Tuesday", but it felt like we had been there for a month. Well, at least that was the plan.
So we drifted down to the beach, to hit up the beach bar.....again. Jon and I hung back a bit, for whatever reason...I think we drew the short straws for the shower, or something......
Anyway, by the time we make it down to the beach, we pull up a couple of swings, and notice Mike is back asleep, while Greg has his head on a swivel. He's literally sitting up and looking around on the tanning lounger things.... So Jon and I grab a couple of drinks from Jimmy (the beach bartender). Then Jimmy starts making random shots for me, Jon and this couple from Charlotte we had started talking to.... I'm not used to bartenders pushing booze on me, but I could get used to it.
The phrase "Bigger'n a normal boat" is uttered. We officially have a catch phrase for the week...
At one point Greg and I go on a little walk to check out the scenery...and we get to the other end of the stretch of beach, and find our drinks empty. Margaritas are in order! We wander into some other bar on the beach, and order. We get our drinks. We're stading there.......standing there...... eventually, we decide that someone will most assuredly come get us if we just walk out. Flawless logic, right? Well, it works. We start our trek back to our resort's end of the beach, and after a few minutes a little Mexican dude comes and asks if we paid for our drinks... "Oh, um...didn't you?" "I thought you did!" Well, our Mexican friend either bought our Oscar-worthy performance, or he just didn't give a shit.... We assumed the latter. But Greg still threw in "Oh, and we'll bring the glasses back when we're done". Did I mention that our drinks were in proper quasi-milkshake glasses? Yeah...so. Oops...
Anyway, the rest of the day actually does consist of us behaving ourselves (well... you know what I mean....), up until last call at the beach (5pm! the fuckers....) and we all order 5 or 6 drinks....actually our buddy Eric (Greg's SCUBA friend) took one of the plastic tables from the beach and turned it upside down to carry them all.
He's an engineer, too. We be S-M-R-T like dat.... ;)
So we drifted down to the beach, to hit up the beach bar.....again. Jon and I hung back a bit, for whatever reason...I think we drew the short straws for the shower, or something......
Anyway, by the time we make it down to the beach, we pull up a couple of swings, and notice Mike is back asleep, while Greg has his head on a swivel. He's literally sitting up and looking around on the tanning lounger things.... So Jon and I grab a couple of drinks from Jimmy (the beach bartender). Then Jimmy starts making random shots for me, Jon and this couple from Charlotte we had started talking to.... I'm not used to bartenders pushing booze on me, but I could get used to it.
The phrase "Bigger'n a normal boat" is uttered. We officially have a catch phrase for the week...
At one point Greg and I go on a little walk to check out the scenery...and we get to the other end of the stretch of beach, and find our drinks empty. Margaritas are in order! We wander into some other bar on the beach, and order. We get our drinks. We're stading there.......standing there...... eventually, we decide that someone will most assuredly come get us if we just walk out. Flawless logic, right? Well, it works. We start our trek back to our resort's end of the beach, and after a few minutes a little Mexican dude comes and asks if we paid for our drinks... "Oh, um...didn't you?" "I thought you did!" Well, our Mexican friend either bought our Oscar-worthy performance, or he just didn't give a shit.... We assumed the latter. But Greg still threw in "Oh, and we'll bring the glasses back when we're done". Did I mention that our drinks were in proper quasi-milkshake glasses? Yeah...so. Oops...Anyway, the rest of the day actually does consist of us behaving ourselves (well... you know what I mean....), up until last call at the beach (5pm! the fuckers....) and we all order 5 or 6 drinks....actually our buddy Eric (Greg's SCUBA friend) took one of the plastic tables from the beach and turned it upside down to carry them all.
He's an engineer, too. We be S-M-R-T like dat.... ;)
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