Monday, February 9, 2009

hola, dildos!

Hey welcome back! I’m home from Mexico, and I’m tan and relaxed and ready to get on with the rest of this winter…actually, I feel a strange sense of dread and anxiousness today…Not sure why. It’s probably the heightened expectations of all of you, your impatient anticipation of the worlds most exciting post here today traveling through the ether like so many sentinels of expectation and attacking me in my repose or whilst I slumber, right? Yeah, something like that, probably. Anyway, about my vacation:
So the night before we were slated to leave, we realized that my wife’s passport was expired…and it was a Friday at around eleven pm. The plane left Saturday morning at 9. There was really no way to get around this one…So, we decided that I would go ahead, as to save the hotel room and not spend money unnecessarily switching my flight around, and then when she got her passport sorted, she’d show up with the baby. Sounds great right?
Well, it was weird.
Firstly, it was a very guilty moment - getting on the plane and heading to Mexico and leaving my wife and baby behind, and it only got weirder once I got to the hotel. Being at a resort by yourself is a lot like being a ghost. You kind of walk around, sharing space with everyone who’s hanging out and having a good time, but you’re really not part of it at all. In my case, people kind of stared me down a lot…let’s face it, I looked creepy just dining by myself, hanging out at the swim up bar alone, lounging without any company, peering through people’s room windows, duct taping my wiener and balls up whilst hiding in the shrubbery... I wholeheartedly guarantee that when Sophia Coppola wrote ‘Lost in Translation’ it was after a very, very similar (although obviously Japanese) experience to the one I had those first two days. In that time, I went into town and watched a soccer game at a pool hall, went to a whorehouse (I was told it was a ‘cool bar’ by a cab driver. I guess it was pretty cool, but I just walked in, surveyed the situation while I chugged a beer as fast as I possibly could and then walked out, so I can’t say for sure) and watched the super bowl. I was in Bucerias at this lame bar with a lame hippy jam band, but I was getting along with the bartender really well. Right around when the game ended, the bartender got fired. I ran out to give him his tip, which he had left behind in his ‘i’m-storming-the-fuck-out-of-here” hurry to leave, and he invited me over to his buddy’s house to drink some beer and hang out, so of course, I went.
We got to this big house and lets just say that I was the least tattooed guy there by a long, long way. These dudes had uh…turtlenecks, I guess. Is that what it’s called when your whole throat and neck are tattooed? I mean, ‘turtlenecks’ doesn’t really sound that cool or tough, huh? Well, whatever. These dudes all had turtlenecks of tattoos and they wanted to do about three things, jam rock music pretty loudly, drink beers and systematically whup my ass in chess.
I must have played six or seven games of chess that night and I don’t think I even so much as put any one of them in check once. They were all astounding players. Also, I’m not that good…whatever, man.
The next day my wife and baby showed up and things drastically improved. Everyone at the resort was suddenly very nice to me, and very welcoming to them. Also, everyone at the resort was very Canadian. There were Canadians everywhere, and about ninety percent of them were over sixty. It was the ultimate party scene. The resort had one bar that wasn’t in the pool, and I never in one week saw anyone in there. I never even went in there myself, as it was a pretty desolate and depressing place. The whole place was a ghost town after 8 pm, which was fine, because after seven thirty, when the baby went to sleep, we were stuck in our room anyway. This insured a lot of quality relaxing, which was, actually, just what we all needed.
One day we went out and watched whales, which was pretty awesome. Whales, like people, come from their cold and crappy homes to mexico to fuck tons of random strangers, and their spring break is going on right now. While we were out there we saw three males all trying to bone the same whale MILF with baby in tow…shameless. We were in a boat that was way WAY smaller than the whales, and we were, at times, about five feet away from these surfacing monsters. At one point there were whales swimming under our boat and surfacing on either side of us. It was pretty awesome. Also, whales, when they’re that close, smell like gigantic, funky, wet monsters. Coincidentally, that’s the name of my new band…The Gigantic Funky Wet Monsters. We’re going on tour with Avenged Sevenfold this fall. Check us out. Our single is called “ladies, get your tits out!” and it’s inspired by my trip to Senior Frogs.
Last night I worked. Today my wife is at work and the baby is at daycare. The dream is over. Nothing to look forward to but the sweet embrace of death, eh? Pretty much. Best entry ever? I’d say so.

13 comments:

Matt Ramone said...

Excuse me, I have to get back to rehab.

Jim said...

I thought you could travel to Mexico with an expired passport. Maybe not. I'm sure things have changed. I went to Mexico once with no passport. That was way before 9/11.

amandatague said...

i thought the mexico and canada would still let you in without a passport but the us would not let you back into the country without one.

like canada in 2006 didn't even check your id to let you in. or they didn't check mine.

rpophessagr said...

to Matt Ramone:

Crowd cheers: "SHE'S IN REHAAABBB!"

martin* said...

'Turtlenecks' is quite possibly the funniest thing I have ever heard neck/throat tattoos described as

Good work senor

Dave said...

Wow. A vacation in Mexico. Sounds like a good time. Working one day a week must have really been getting to be a grind.

Showtyme said...

Yeah, you can get out of the country without one. But you'll have no luck getting back in. This all started after 9/11. Back in the day, you used to be able to hit up Mexico & Canada with just a birth certificate...

Brenden said...

OMG BLINK-182 I$ BACK TOGETHER!!!!!!!

$o awe$ome!

Mike said...

Sounds like you went to Puerto Vallarta or somewhere off the Pacific? I spent a week there once in December and did the whale tour. It was pretty amazing.

Joe said...

you should totally talk about ben weasel soon... 570 represent.

Brenden said...
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Brenden said...

BK!

So, I need some advice here, if you would be so gracious to spare me some of your genius...

My girlfriend wants to get (dun dun dun!) DREADS!!!... or a mohawk...

UGH!
I know how you feel about dreads, and must say, I agree wholeheartedly.... scuummmmm

the dreads, not her. I'm not a fan of either on a girl to be honest, just my personal taste I guess... we've been going out for about a year and I really care about this girl/see many more BJ's in the future... (the BSC-goggle version of 'love,' i guess haha)


but anyways.... I don't know how to tell her that I think that if she got dreads or a mohawk then it would be ridiculous and/or nasty...

please help me out here, it's been brought up a few times and it always ends in an argument with her saying "You should support me in anything I do as long as it isn't harmful! I would support YOU!!!"

Ugh, can you "feel" me on this one?

So what would I say to get her to see my point of view, without me being a major douche? I just want her to see my side and maybe realize that this is putting me in a pretty awkward position here... like backed-into-a-corner-esque. Shit!

Thanks man!

[P.S. My girlfriend is cumming to visit me at college... how do I get her to let me... you know.... stick it in her butt? We tried once... didn't work out so hot... a lot of "OW GET IT OUT!" and "FUCK!" .... I dunno.... that or finish in her mouth. Either way. (ATM???) ha]

take care.

RockerByeBaby said...

Email Zaq or I and let us know where you went.... zaq and I were trying to figure out a cool trip, but not sure where to go with babies... you obviously survived... sounds like you had a good time!
tg