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12:17 a.m. ~ 2003-08-10
puerto vallarta synopsis various topics to comment on from this weeks vacation. loved it. loved being there. and its raining in NY. =( the swim up bar:in our spectacular pool there was a bar, complete with bar stools and tip cup and ashtrays, and friendly bartender. you do not need to leave the pool for a drink. you just paddle up, name your drink of choice and there you go, alcohol + swimming...foolproof i say. the only catch is trying to keep poolwater out of your drink while swimming back to the float area. too many margaritas were turned into chlorine cocktails before i learned to make my way back along the sides of the pool, away from the human canonballs and alligator floats. the king size bed:jeff and i need the next biggest size whatever it is. this is the first time we've shared a bed the entire night and im thinking our next vacation's room we will opt for the two double sized beds instead. jeff likes to bounce around instead of merely turning over. like a fucking acrobat. and one night i got woken up with a punch in the forehead. he was stretching. one inch over i would have had a lovely black eye to compliment my tan. and you're damn right i stole all the covers. downtown:you have 1748937 new amigos.everyone wants to make a deal. and sell you their rock with "puerto vallarta" painted onto it. jeff is a nice guy so everyone that called us over tricked him into a conversation and would then get some type of handmade souvenier shoved into his hands because he was the guys best customer today and he wanted to give him a deal. "just looking" is a phrase that does not exist anywhere in mexico. you look as you pay. airplanes:hate them hate them hate them. i was in bad shape on the way back. head between my knees style. and the shaking. and the guy in back of me cracking up and hitting the back of my chair all from watching "what a girl wants." jeff kindly turned around and explained i wasnt feeling well so if he could just refrain from hitting the back of my chair, that would be lovely. apparently this movie was just too funny for him to extend such courtesy. i wished numerous stomach viruses onto him...during an earthquake. airports:lines drive me up the wall. rationally, if i wasnt waiting on line, i would just be waiting sitting down, or spending that time walking back and forth; occupying that waiting time in some other way than standing listening to the couple in front on me plan their entire week in drinks consumed rather than days spent. i rather do anything else than wait in line. flag the planes coming down on the runway, carry peoples luggage to their gate, help prepare the in-flight meal, anything, i detest lines. coming home, 3 huge lines and thats before even getting your luggage. finally, FINALLY, we made it through the 17 checkpoints and went to look for my parents amoung the other 100,000 other relatives waiting for their own families. the car ride home was the best sleep i've had all week.
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