Thursday, February 08, 2007

 

Drunk in Mexico

If you read the post about Saskatchewan Winters or even worse, live here, you'll understand this. Sometime between January and February when the car won't work and the sun never shines a guy can get a little wired. That need to get out of Dodge just keeps gnawing on your freezing cold butt until you have no choice but throw down the credit card and jump on a plane. I asked the boys if they wanted to come along but Lou said no, or at least it sounded like no. It was hard to tell cause he had a snow shovel frozen to his tongue. Clem just got the Nintendo with Duck Hunt and Mario Bros for Christmas from the staff at Fast Gas for always inviting them to his parties, so he was pretty engaged trying to save the princess and all.





So I left for Puerto Vallarta for a week of laying around with a bunch a friends. Caught a good deal on this all inclusive resort that Dick Nixon once stayed at in the 70's. I had just checked in and changed into my shorts when I heard in the distance the distinct sound of a shooter whistle blowing .....seven days later I went back to my room to change and catch the last flight home...





So what might you ask would keep me from the beach for a whole week....?













This is Bianca...


.. and her sister Roxanne. They are the fabulous Andale's shooter girls who truly enjoy there work!



These girls are fun. They don't just pretend to entertain the tourists with some kind of Tequila, Kahlua mixture, they really have fun with the whole gig.







There is a secret routine that is performed during the shooter ceremony that I can't tell you about. I don't want to ruin the fun if you ever get there. but it ends kind of like this....


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