Wednesday, March 31, 2010
How I spent my winter vacation
I pretty much spent winter hanging out at the bar, in the shade in Ixtapa Mexico.
The thought of another adventurous expedition with my trusty side kick crossed my mind so we started in motion the efforts to locate Ricky Martin and ask him if he was gay.
The locals had all heard the rumors of a man who lived in a shanty hut on a near deserted island, who sang and danced in what resembled a prison cell suspended to a pole. Infrastructure left over from a grow-op that once flourished in the 80's. We chartered a boat and we were under way.
I wondered would it really be Ricky?
Would he want to talk?
Would any one care?
I surmised probably not... but the boat ride was fun...
I was no big feat to find the hide away; however the rumors proved to be true.
Yes Ricky Martin is gay, and no one cares. No one except for this little fella. Maybe he just found out that his favorite singer was gay, or maybe he realized we just stole his beer. That's right. Life IS unfair.
But beer is cheap.... he'll get over it. Plus we told him we were Americans.
Un inspired we chose to leave. While I was in the parking lot looking for my ride, I couldn't help but to wonder "was that a fish pissing on my foot"?
