8:00 PM – Here we mixed it up a LITTLE bit, but not a whole lot… Just kind of went with the flow. Check out the nightly show, sit out by the pool and chit-chat, watch a red-neck wedding, that kind of stuff.<\/LI>
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\nThink you could hold that pace? Not as easy as it sounds, bub. Not for lounge-rookies, I’ll tell you that. Any oddities on the trip, you ask? Well… All the topless chicks kind of took me by surprise. Not an all-together unpleasant surprise, mind you, but it kind of threw me off my game. There was always that underlying feeling that something just… Wasn’t right. A bit unnerving. Plus, I think it distracted Everisto, and that’s just not good for anybody. We also went and saw a Michael Jackson impersonater one night. THAT was something to see. There is a very good possibility that I may live out the rest of my life regretting not getting a picture with ol’ Michael. Would’ve been a fine keep-sake. Oh, oh, and I can’t forget the Red-Neck wedding, alluded to above. The wedding party wasn’t all that remarkable actually; relatively normal people with horrible drawls. But then there was Will, and he was quite a case. Will (pronounced “Whee-Ull”) sat out on the beach every day in a cowboy shirt, properly-formed ballcap, Wranglers, and well-worn boots. Honestly, watching and listening to Will provided me with more diversion than the topless chicks. (That sounds like something out a “you know you’re getting old when…” skit, but it’s true.) He had many memorable lines, few of which can be repeated. One of my favorites was when he wandered by, soaked from head to toe, (and still in the clothes described above) and stated “%$&%#*-*$%#@, that was a bad decision.” Other than that, the synopsis above pretty well covers things, with the exception of a few items filed under “what goes on south of the border, stays south of the border.” Well, there are several little “catch phrases” we picked up on, (besides Will’s,) but they just wouldn’t work on here. You have to actually hear them, and for that matter you have to hear them the FIRST time to get the full effect. So never mind on those.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Well, we made it back from Mexico safe and sound. We ducked out last Wednesday morning, under cover of darkness, and boarded a plane for Playa Del Carmen. We had some first class tickets in our hands, thanks to our Albuquerque traveling buddies Jill and David. I’ll say one thing, it’s a darn site closer […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-59","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-current-events"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=59"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=59"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=59"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=59"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}