It's less than 48 hours until we check in at TTR's front desk, y'all! Got the sunscreen 8 packed in the Outside of the bag, with the flip-flops, hat, shades, Stacia's teensy SkinBikini thong, and my board shorts. It's time to get it going. Well, in 46.5 hours it will be. Ha! Who else is READY to skip out on real life and hit the beach?
We're there with you guys! 12:55 Sunday afternoon we touch down and take off! Looking forward to throwing a few (or more) back with you.:daveandmo:
What's that word from back in the day that's descriptive of how we feel this morning about tomorrow morning..... Let's see.... Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure.... Fast Times at Ridgemont High... Oh yeah, that's it. STOKED! We are completely and totally stoked about this trip. We had that little teaser in February (weekender, just 3 nights. Fun, but not nearly long enough and the weather wasn't cooperative and no Boobs Cruising, either.) Timeline of tomorrow until too un-sober to keep a timeline is as follows: 5:45 a.m.: Alarm (ugh) 7:00 a.m.: Arrive at George Bush Intercontinental Airport, Terminal E (International - Boo-yah!) 9:00 a.m.: Flight Departs IAH for CUN 11:17 a.m.: Flight Arrives CUN 11:35 a.m.: Find my teensy bag and Stacia's two cabin-sized crates 11:36 a.m.: Locate a freight dolly for said crates 11:38 a.m.: Find a guy willing to get a hernia trying to horse that dolly through the airport for a couple bucks 11:45 a.m. Sail through Customs using Stacia's lucky finger to get us a "Green" no search light (not that there's anything to find in the bags except her monster collection of sex toys). 11:50 a.m.: Be slick and smoothly stroll past the hawkers because we've got our ride already and head out to the Lomas travel people, no wait, it's Olympus this time. Gotta remember that, Orange shirts, not Teal ones. 11:55 a.m.: Hit up that bar-stand outside the airport (y'all know the one, right there outside the airport where they sell beers at strip-club prices), and Stacia and I are Officially Arrived in Cancun when we toast with our not-quite-cold Negro Modelo. 12:30 p.m.: Arrive at TTR. (In previous visits it would have been more like 1:00 p.m., but I decided to follow my father's advice back in February and spring for the private transport service to/from the airport to/from TTR. Speeds things up enormously, and we don't have to ride with other people's kids when we're wanting to get frisky. Don't get us wrong, we like kids, including our own, but we DO have our own and don't want to participate in raising theirs while on vacation. Ha!) 12:32 p.m.: Wave at Arturo at the front desk and deliberately wait a minute or two longer to stay in his line. Trick there, you see. Optimum customer service from Arturo, every time. Problem solver = Arturo. 12:35 p.m.: Checked-in but Jacuzzi room not available yet, which is OK because we understand how that goes when it's time to leave TTR. No worries, whoever is in what is to become our sex palace, take your time, we'll leave the bags downstairs. 12:41 p.m.: Changed into whatever board shorts/swim trunk outfit Stacia tells me to wear. Note; I don't get the same option of choosing HER thong, do I. No. Not fair, I say. PRIOR to 12:45 p.m.: 1st fill of my Temptation Cancun Resort-branded Bubba-mug with semi-cold Dos Equis Lager (I think), while Stacia spends ten minutes trying to decide what her first drink will be and I finally shout over the top to get her a tequila shot while she's waiting. Brain-lube speeds up her decision-making process after that point. Strangest thing ... she is Never indecisive about anything, unless faced with a food or drink menu. *shrug* Thinkgs you learn and love about your wife/gf. 12:50 p.m.: Conversation begins to flow in the usual TTR manner/method. Approx 1:30 p.m.: Kaofman and lady arrive at Sexy Pool bar, there to find Stacia & I on our second, possibly third round, and are told to catch up. NOTE: While Stacia is a gorgeously attractive version of blonde, bubble-butted and busty Fem-bot android lacking any hair follicles from the ears down (see comment in the other thread about coherent electromagnetic radiation blasts) and can spot a "Fun Person" at a hunnerd paces in the twinkling of one of her big brown eyes, John, who looks suspiciously like a Secret Service agent, can't see worth a crap so you'll need to approach me and introduce yourself because I ain't gonna do it. I might fall into the pool, literally. That pool-falling gymnastic routine doesn't sound bad, unless you've BEEN at TTR and see someone do that. It ain't pretty. End of Note. 2:00 p.m.: The first round of shots is announced, since everyone is behind schedule. 3:00 p.m.: Absolutely no clue since this is beyond the un-sober point mentioned above. To those arriving tomorrow.... C-Ya at the bar!
Lauged my ass off at this thread because other than the day we get there (Monday afternoon), you've just described how our travel day will go to a t (including the 10 mins to figure out drink order for my wife) See you guys soon!:wave:
The schedule is tried and true, with the little modification about the private transport (only a few bucks) which alters it up. But, as anxious as we are to get down there, it's worth it. Too bad you'll be arriving as we're in the skinny-dipping portion of the Boobs Cruise, that es no bueno for you and your lady. Seeing as how hammered people tend to get on that thing, reportedly, we may meet you that afternoon on Monday, and totally not remember you on Tuesday!
