Day: 206
Hungover… but I guess I should get used to it, I think it will be a common theme this month on Mom Says…
I got down to the beach today to watch some hardcore beach dodgeball and lots of ladies dancing. I also spent many hours on my computer working on assorted stuff for my now two blogs.
AESpringbreak.com
Day: 205
So I know you all might get bored with party pictures, but unfortunately that may be all I produce in the next few weeks in Mexico. Cancun is like Vegas, without the gambling and far more booze.
I spent most of my day baking on the beach, trying to combat the sun and still be witty and charming so I can write about it for American Eagle’s website. Actually, I did manage to make it through the better part of the day without booze. But it wasn’t long before I was introduced to everyone and invited VIP style to Dady-O’s. Goose flowed.
The night screamed by, with me not doing to bad, and before I knew it it was like 4:30am and I realized I should get some sleep, because I have to do it all over tomorrow. Oh yeah, I saw Steve-O from Jackass too, he decided it would be a good idea to papercut his mouth open on stage and pour salt and tequila all over the cuts. Painful.
Day: 204
So it may sound like a party, but all I really did today was spend most of my time being delayed in an airport in Texas. When they did manage to get us in the plane, This Continental Jet decided to go Jet Blue on us and sit on the tarmac for an hour and a half. Although I did meet a hottie named Allison who is working for MTV so I can’t say it was all a waste.
I made it to my hotel (which got switched last minute from the Grand Oasis to the much swanker ME by Melia), got settled in, wandered the beach and prepared myself for what might turn out to be my Livers last stand.
My AE blog doesn’t go live til tomorrow, so you will all get the link then.
Day: 203
So as my last tribute to Argentina I decided to do a little photo review of some of my personal favorites (I actually got lazy, and have some I like better but need some work in photoshop and am not putting those up) from the last seven weeks. Plus I thought I would put some beauty on this page before I get to my hotel in Mexico and sink into a Hunter Thompson style journalism and drinking binge frying my white ass on the beaches of the Yucatan Penninsula.
Good, now that thats done, it is time to be off to Spring Break! (Once again I say, My life is way to hard)
Day: 202
Uhh… Yeah…
For those of you don’t know; I got this job for three weeks down in Cancun, Mexico blogging Spring Break next month. Everything was confirmed today and I just received an email with my flight information. I leave on March 3rd, who knows the kind of trouble I’ll find in a place like this, with scantily clad college girls running around everywhere but I am sure to be drunk and up to my old tricks.
I really don’t know how my life has gotten so good.
Oh, by the way, did I mention I am excited. Who else gets an all expense paid, three week trip to Mexico to hang out with drunken college students and document the goings on. I call this my job, and I am a professional.
Day: 201
My bus was late, so instead of 8am arrival it was more like noon. Bummer.
With only two more nights in Argentina, I quickly found my way back to the hostel I stayed in last month, and began to wander the busy streets again (after a shower and nap of course). Other than the police being out in force because of this afternoons soccer match, it was just as vibrante and exciting as I remembered it from seven weeks ago. I can’t believe my time here has moved so fast…
Day: 199
Waking up this morning, after roughly 20 hours of sleep, I was still not feeling a %100. I decided to take it easy. I managed to get to the bus station and change my ticket back to Buenos Aires from Sunday to Sat. The original plan had been to head north with Hilary and Dominic into Humamarca for the weekend then make a mad dash back to BA for one night before my flight back to Cali.
Unfortunately me being sick and Bolivian visa problems for Hilary caused this not to happen, at least I did get my ticket changed and I can have 2 more nights in BA to slightly compensate for my loss of not seeing the far north of Argentina.
The afternoon was spent with a small walk for my health and going to the movies.
It was a rather mellow day just trying to recover. Not what I hoped for in my last days in this country that has been so good to me so far. Plus it set back my plans of spending Day:200 in a giant northern Carneval celebration and has forced the monumental day to be spent on a bus for 18 hours.
Day: 198
I was awake for all of three hours today, to have some soup and 7-up. The rest of the day was spent in cold sweats in my hostel bed. Rather unfortunate.
(And, No. It wasn’t a hangover. I wasn’t that excessively drunk last night)
Day: 197
Some key factors were a Argentine girl with her babymaking parts tattoooed on her back, lots of beer, a very angry German man (who had been telling us stories about time he spent in Thai jails), Valentines Day, and of course, your beautiful hero.
Put them together and what do you get?
Fun!
In the form of a very drunk German man telling me at a bar at 1am:
“If you don’t stop touching her, I am going to kill you.” (It was actully her, who kept holding my hand, kissing me, and dancing too close for what might be called friendship.)
“Seriously?” I replied.
“Get the fuck away from her.”
“How about we play Paper, Rock, Scissors? Winner backs off?” I wittily reply (or at least I think its witty.)
“I’ll fucking kill you. No scissors or no rocks…”
Ok I think it may be time for a short reprieve.
I excuse myself to the restroom, Stopping by a table of people from the hostel for a quick retelling. It turns out the German has been here for 10 days trying to hit on this girl, who works in the tourist office, and he hasn’t gotten anywhere, some say they think he is in love with her. Sucks for him. He brings her around and it only takes me two hours to destroy his fairytale, I was starting to see why he might be pissed off. But still, if you you cant close a deal in 10 days what is another night going to do for you?
Now what am I to do? Chance a very intoxicated German coming after me for just another girl I have meant in just another city?
I give him a few minutes to cool off, then sneek in and invite her to head out with me to a club that some of the others are going to. She says she’ll meet me there in a little while after she says goodbye to some friends. I jump in a taxi and head off to a huge, packed, electronic music thumping club in the middle of nowhere. Our group is quickly seperated and I am wandering the dance floor when two other Argentine hotties start talking to me.
They want to teach me to dance. Within two minutes out on the dance floor these succubuses hands are trying to get in my pockets to steal from me. I am having to much fun to worry though (especially since I left everything of value in the hostel locker and only had about 20 pesos ($6) spread out between my pockets). I giggle and keep dancing with them, hoping they leave enough for cab fare back.
After an hour of the head pounding music, and shady Argentine hotties, I decide it’s time for bed. I find that I still have most of my money, or perhaps all (can’t remember exactly how much I had to start, but it wasn’t much). I get a taxi back to the area of the hostel and walk the last two blocks towards my bed.
Guess who I run into, sans German guy? Nadia, the girl who I was getting threats about earlier! She wanders towards the hostel with me, retelling a story of how the German told her I was such a horrible guy just trying to take advantage of her.
“But I am just trying to take advantage of you.”
She giggles, gives me a good night kiss and says “If only you were staying here longer.” She vanishes up the street back towards the bar.
I go to sleep laughing.
What a weird fucking night.
