It's been a long damn time since I've done a blog, but here goes. I just got back from Cabo San Lucas a couple days ago. I headed out there with my wife and sixteen other people -- some neighbors and friends of friends. It's amazing that after a two days of drinking all day, hanging at the pool bar, and drinking all night, a group of late-30-something people begin to act like they are 21 years old again.
We had beer bongs, women that have had multiple children flashing their boobs repeatedly (but not my wife, thankfully), body shots, upside down shots, vomiting in lawn chairs, skinny dipping in closed pools, trying to swim through 12 foot high waves with a nasty undertow, bonfires, mooning, booze cruising, the list goes on and on. The highlights of the trip were our appearances at Cabo Wabo Cantina and The Giggling Marlin. We flat out rocked Monday and Tuesday nights. Did I mention that we all had an amazing time?
The second to last day we were supposed to be hit by Hurricane Paul, which turned into Tropical Storm Paul, and just gave us some heavy rain. A few of us ran out during the storm down to the ocean. I was hoping the waves would get big enough to hit the pool and wash out the sand volleyball courts, but it didn't happen.
We are already talking about the next trip back to Mexico...
