Back from PVR

It's good to be back... almost.

So as promised, I will update the final leg of the trip.

After waking up and washing my face, I went through security. Nothing major... other than the standard pat down. They also found my lighter, which I had no problems getting through ORD with. They also found it again today on my way back.... no issues with getting it through PVR, but DEN is a filthy wh0re!!!

I proceeded to get my BAL to about .05-.1 on the flight down... got to the hotel and showered. After this, I decided it was a good idea to walk about 1.5 miles to town. This is good to get the blood flowing in 90 degree weather... except for the fact that I put on my sandals. Sandals are a good idea, except when you haven't worn them for a while. My feet were bleeding by the time I got there... so a shot and a beer is all I mostered up. Went back, and started the battle at keeping my BAL at at least a .2 for the rest of the weekend/trip.

It was great to see some old frineds, awsome to meet new people. Monika and Eric are awsome people, and once again, THANKS for the planning and giving me an excuse for a vacation.

Turned out that Eric never had a proper bachelor party. Being 0verfiend, I'm required to make sure that people have these before they are married. I am not going to mention any specific details... as I was asked not to. But it was definitely a good time. Some minor points:
- EVERY BAR/CLUB we went to, I was patted down, and not just the regular "do you have a gun/knife" line... I'm talking full on. What the hell?
- Love me some local wh0res, and those on vacation. Every place was a meat market.
- I was dancing with a couple of said wh0res... they were both all up on that shit. I start feeling my way around and she says that I can't touch. I tell her "If I can't touch, you're useless to me." and turn around. The other guys crack up as I start doing the same with the other chick. She says the same thing... so I tell her that she is useless as well... turn away and go to the bar for shotties! Both guys I was with were shocked at what I did. However, in my defense... as much as I like going out and dancing, I'm there for the p00-cee as well!
- Having a hot local on your lap is good. Her speaking very little English is even better. Her having 2 kids... well, I don't really care... but does she really kiss her kids good night with that mouth? WOW!

It was good to be able to relax. I did a lot of that... relaxing. I only had 3 non-alcoholic beverages while there. The first was a trick!!! I was sure it had alcohol in it, but it did not. The second was while waiting for a cab this morning, and 3rd was because it came with my lunch. I still think that's a good accomplishment. Did some snorkling, took a boat tour... wedding itself. Shopped, went to church... you know, the usual crap people do while on vacation. I'll probably post some pictures whenever I get them on the puter.

All in all, another great trip.

(Mexico will never be the same ;) )

Puerto Vallarta travels... part 1

I say part 1, because it is hard for me to believe that this is over, or will somehow turn out to be easy.

Funny, how I really considered catching up and writing some stuff earlier and last week... But since I'm hanging out in an airport (and have been for the last 7+ hours) I may as well do it now.

So yes! Monika and Eric are getting married. My stance on marriage, well... it's cool if you want to, but I'll keep the car running just in case ;) However, this marriage is happening in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. This means that besides participating in this joyous occasion, I also get to take a vacation.

My flight is scheduled out at 6am Thursday morning. This gets me into Denver around 7:45, and then I take an 8:40am flight out of Denver and get to Puerto Vallarta at 2pm. Perfect timing!!! Except for the 6am departure. What are you supposed to do in this case? Likely just stay up through the night.

Fortunately United Airlines and Mother Nature saved me that torture (I think). I get a call at about 4pm from United, telling me that my flight from ORD to DIA has been cancelled. OK, what now? Well, I can apparently get a refund and not take the trip... ARE YOU FREAKINING KIDDING ME?!?!?

After further discussion I will be on a 7:50pm flight out of Chicago (mind you it is about 4:10pm by this point) and I will spend the night in Denver. So I get to shower and pack in an hour. I am still not sure if I got everything, but I'll cross my fingers and hope for the best.

I get to the airport, fortunately am able to get a 1st class upgrade... and who do I see? SQZ and his Mrs. Funny coincidence, but I guess he was a bit nervous about his trip home the next day.. And he decided to pull out the night before as well.

Anyway, my flight is fairly uneventful, except for the guy sitting next to me talking on and on about something or other... and complaining about the service. The way I figure, I only had to flag them down for another drink once... and his was full the entire time.

At the airport I try and call any hotel (again) that I can... still no rooms. So I pulled together a few chairs, and made my bed. Denver is a damned loud airport... not only do they announce every 15 minutes that the airport is closed, they take damned good care of their floors. Every hour or so, a big floor waxer / zamboni looking thing drove by.... and of course since I’m probably the only person in the airport, the thing has those beeper things going.

Around 5:30am the airport started filling up. Mostly people swearing about their flights being cancelled. I would say about 3/4 of the flights are cancelled. Mine however is still on time. I am very hopeful at this. I go get a coffee and some BK Breakfast food. What's the big idea of not having the "Heart Attack Super Special" or as BK calls it the breakfast stacker or whatever. Anyway, I settled for a couple of crassandwiches... which apparently are not settling too well with me right now.

Anyway, I look like I am straight out of last month's issue of Taliban Home and Garden... haven't shaved in a few days, and slept in the damned chair. I should expect some fun times heading through security. I guess it's about time for me to go get another coffee, and see how all of this turns out.

I'm somehow thinking there will be more to come.

Too big?

So yeah, I've never really had this problem... but is there such a thing as too big? When a girl goes down on you... seems like unless you're Peter North, it's impossible for it to be "TOO BIG" I don't know, I'm thinking excuses... but who knows, maybe it was just more of a compliment than I expected.

Good enough for some places, but too big to fit in the mouth. GAH!