And, yes, Mexicans do drink tequila. Regularly. It's like their end of meal/wake-up in the morning/because why not?/my friend is visiting/make me dance better/put me to sleep elixir. Welcome to the Yucatan Peninsula! We had a shot of tequila in the first 10 minutes of getting there! My roommates and I flew into Cancun last week for a few days of relaxation. Now, I know what you are thinking -- Matt, you haven't worked in like two months. Yes, this is a true statement. But, I didn't have a beach vacation. I needed to get tanned (burned), swim in some pee-warm water, and catch up on my Espanol. So, off we went. We flew into Cancun but, because we're snobs, we rented a car and drove about 45 minutes south to Playa del Carmen, which is apparently much more European. Our resort, the Blue Bay, was all inclusive...even the tequila. Yes, this did mean trouble.
Anyway, Evin, Marc, and I mostly chilled on the beach, had servants fetch us drinks, and played frizbee in the Caribbean. I don't think Europeans play frizbee, or for that matter do much more than sleep and drink, so we were easily the most active and obnoxious. Damn Americans. Nonetheless, we did take some out of town trips to Tulum, into the town of Playa del Carmen, and Cozumel. We took a ferry to the biggest island in Mexico (Cozumel) and that's where I we saw this Mexican flag. It's like those flags that are at car dealerships, but it was Mexican, and bigger. That being said, I thought about stealing it. Not going to lie. Also, in Cozumel (which I'll post more about later), we came across a a puppy at a bar on the beach. I didn't name the pup, though I'm up for suggestions. He loved me, and I assume I now have some type of ringworm-rabies hybrid from this stray beast, but I loved him back just the same. You know he wanted that Dos Equis in my hand. And, again, I thought about stealing it.
Anyway, like I said, our resort was all inclusive. The Blue Bay staff was ridiculously nice, and none of us really figured out why, given that they almost shunned tips. Whilst at the resort, we had our selection of bars and buffets. I tried not to get used to the idea of eating and drinking my face off for free. About an hour in, I got used to it. At night, we made reservations at a more traditional sit-down meal. This was sort of like the buffet, but they brought you food instead. They had a selection of restaurants to make reservations at, such as Seafood, Italian, French, Mexican (obviously), and Oriental. I'm not going to lie, I started saying Oriental while I was there, which I apologize to my millions of Asian readers. I liked these restaurants, besides the long-pants dress code...seriously? It must have been 2000 degrees.
Anyway, in between these lovely photos of beer, sandals, and beer landscapes, I thought I'd share you a story of what happens when you sit on the beach, drink all day, and don't go to sleep when it is so blatantly obvious you should. So, Evin, Marc, and I go out to eat at the Italian restaurant. We have definitely thrown a few back that day and get to our reservation late. We are so late that at the end of the night, there is no one else at the restaurant. I had this salmon concoction that was to die for. But, our waiter, Jesus (and, yes, we obnoxiously yelled his name in vain like fifteen times) was cool, gave us some extra pizza and brought over the entire buffet of alcohol from the bar for after dinner drinks. After a lot of pushing, shoving, and yelling, we each had 4 shots of tequila, with Evin taking some whiskey and I halfway downing some Sambuka. Mixed with the beer and mixed drinks during the day and the wine at dinner, I think I pretty much had every type of alcohol in my body at this point. Hioo! So we leave the restaurant, go to the 24 hour all-inclusive sports bar (swell idea), and have a few more! Woo!
Long story short, somewhere between our room, swimming in the ocean, back to the bar, I think a fight or something in there, I decide that I'm going to steal a golf cart. I blame Evin because he got it to start, sort of, but we ended up taking it half-way around the resort. Ha. I think I tried to pick up some people but Evin said we yelled expletives in their direction instead. Nonetheless, I considered it a success that we didn't die or have the golf cart go into the pool. Though, I made up for it by gently tossing a chair in a pool later on. I am 26 years old. A teacher. A responsible teacher.
Anyway, Mexico was amazing and I'm going to post some more pictures later of Tulum and Cozumel. Not all was drunken, just most. The problem is that coming back from Mexico signified my return to the working world. And, I now have to pay for food and drinks. At least I have a tan.
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