Monday, Dec. 15, 2003 - 9:11 a.m.
My next to last small toe on my right foot had developed a blister the size of a coffee bean over the last two days. I had been dealing with it but it hurt REALLY bad now and rubbed against everything. I need to puncture the thing and clean it up. I rip off a piece of foil packaging from a pack of pepcid and soak it in Listerine for a couple minutes. I take the torn corner which seems sharp and hold it tangential to the blister and start poking. It worked. It cut through the skin. I pushed out the pus and put Listerine and anti-biotic on it. Much better...I can walk without pain now.
Nice place here, minibar in the room, plenty to do...parasailing, snorkeling, etc...But it’s definitely more commercial here. I flip on the tube and "Home Improvement" is on as is the Cartoon Network and hockey: the Blackhawks as a matter of fact!
Only watch for a few minutes and then got down to the lobby to see a trio of musicians that are amazing in their talents (the one even makes his own instruments...he let me try his..a beautiful piece of work.) They play a jaran(8 strings), requinto (4 strings) and a Harp (36 strings)....I made some new friends and they gave me contact info...
I climbed in the elevator with some young soccer players.
"Jugadores?" I asked.
"Si!" they answered and then answered with a prolonged exposition of which the last comment was a question as to whether I was a coach.
Before my brain could think through a Spanish response, my mouth said "Si" at which point they asked from what city.
"Chicago." They looked stunned..poor guys, they come to a tournament and think they're playing a team from Chicago in a Mexican tournament.
I do a quick change and decide to go out for a quick evening. After asking a few tourists and a few locals I'm told to go to Daddy O's. I cab it over and see a massive structure that is actually two buildings: Daddy O's (which is more techno and looks like an underground cave inside) and Daddy Rocks, a place where they have music plus live bands. For 15-18 dollars (I asked in Spanish and for Pesos and was told 67 which is about 6 and a half bucks! The guy compliments me on my Spanish and asked where I was from-I said Chicago and he smiled and nodded-that's why!)) get to drink all you can in both places.
As I check out Daddy Rocks I strike up a conversation with a woman who has a pad of paper in front of her that's glowing blue under the black lighting. It looks like she's working so I'll bug her. Turns out Antonia is the booking agent, promoter, dancer and drummer's girlfriend for the house band (which incidentally was good but not great). She's originally from England. I notice that she smells really nice. I'm about a foot and a half away talking (it’s how close we had to be to hear each other over the music)
"This isn't a come on or anything, but why is it that so many people in the Yucatan, especially the women, smell really good?"
She looked at me funny, but I was serious. Gabrelle smelled really nice too as did a few people in Tulum-even the men. It's not an overpowering smell (the French whore smell as my dad would say) where you know they're coming from miles away. It's subtle.
She smiled and didn't give me a direct answer. "are you sure the women are really women?"
whoa....I took the conversation in a different direction and decided to head to Daddy O's. Cool place but definitely a Rave type place. The two girls next to me are talking about the side effects of too much ecstasy use... I finish my drink after people watching and have a decision to make. Do I stay up late and pour myself onto the plane or get to bed now (12:15) and catch a few zzz's? I opt for the hotel.
I grab a cab and halfway to the hotel the cabbie hands me a card,
"Hey senor, topless yentleman´s club"
"No gracias, Sheraton por favor."
Get to the hotel and call up AeroMexico to reconfirm my flight. "You speak very good Espanol, Mr. Plishka." he says in English. I thank him, hang up set the alarm for 5:45 and out...
