Cabo San Lucas, January 2008

I slept for barely 40 minutes on the plane ride from Boston to Phoenix. I woke up as soon as they came through with beverages. But there was no food. Unless they served the entire jet full of people in like ten minutes, but when I woke up I didn't even see anyone have any empty wrappers or trash or anything. So it sucked to be on a 5.5 hour flight with nothing but a couple of cans of diet Sprite. At the hotel I was pretty much wrecked before even getting into the room. As soon as I walked in the front entrance there was a waitress handing out margaritas. And then I got another one while standing in line at the check-in desk. But the room wasn't clean yet so I went to wait at the bar where there was a big table with margaritas all ready and waiting as soon as people walked in. So after a few hours of all that, I was off to a great start.

This is a view from that bar - notice the Carnival cruise ship and yacht in the background which had its own helicopter on top and supposedly belonged to golfer Greg Norman:


Saturday is where it got really fun for me. I think. I think we got to the swim-up bar around 10:30-ish and immediately started drinking. We met a bunch of fun people including a group of gals from a South Carolina Chamber of Commerce, a wedding party from Calgary, and a couple who I thought looked so adorable and cute together. Most of us, especially the Chamber of Commerce gals, drank together all day. A LOT. Literally non-stop since the drinks were free.

This is a view of the back of the swim-up pool bar as well as a view of one of the bigger pools:





But after about five or six hours of that, I don't remember much. I don't remember ever leaving the pool. I don't remember grabbing a plate of food at the buffet (there were buffets for about 20 hours a day) but I slightly remember spilling a plate it onto the floor. But that's all I can remember about the buffet and I thought it was just a dream until hours later when I found a plate full of food up in the room. Apparently I passed out and made a mess in the room. I don't know for sure. I don't even feel like I was there at all. I am only going by what I was told. I was told that I was found curled up in a corner of the floor on a pillow in a pool of messiness. But I don't have any knowledge about that at all. And I have no idea how I would have been able to reach up over seven feet to get a spare pillow out of the closet if I was that much out of it. And if I reached up to a shelf seven feet up, why wouldn't I just crawl into bed that was closer? I don't know. But anyway, this is the story I was told. I was also told that my buddy helped up into bed later and that I started gagging and choking and made a run for the balcony. I don't remember any of this, either. When I finally woke up around 11:00 I was still drunk. Very drunk. I saw there was a mess on the floor but had no idea what it was. I called the front desk to send up some cleaning stuff but they never came so I passed out again while waiting. Next thing I knew it was about 2:00 and I found my friends at the lobby bar I still drunk. Everything else after that was fairly 'normal'. Hung out at the pool bar the next day and then went downtown at night. I went to the Cabo Wabo Cantina and El Squid Roe and walked around the marina where I was propositioned all over the place. The Cabo Wabo is always a fun time and there is always a great band. Squid Roe is THE party spot until 4 or 5 AM.







Each room had these alcohol dispensers, and since we were told not to put the water in our mouth I thought I would brush my teeth with tequila.



On the way from the hotel to the airport the van driver I had was very talkative and pointed out several things along the way. He showed a spot that is supposedly being considered for a new airport there and a spot up the coast a little that could become a cruise ship port.

The airline had assigned me and another person to sit in the same exact seat from Cabo to Phoenix. The flight was totally full so I thought for sure I was going to get bumped but I didn't. At the connection in Phoenix I had just an hour and ten minutes to go through Immigrations, get my luggage and take it through Customs and re-check it, and go up four floors and two terminals away to get my connecting flight. I thought for sure I wouldn't make it. If I hadn't cut so many people in the security line I surely would have missed it. People in the security line were getting pissed at me and the others who were cutting but it wasn't our faults that the airline gave us such little time to do all this and that there weren't enough Security screening lines open. One thing I noticed in Customs was signs saying that Arizona state law prohibits people from transporting more than one liter of alcohol and that anything over that amount would be destroyed. No one said that in Cabo. I would have been totally pissed if I bought a few bottles at the Duty Free shop and had it taken away from me in Phoenix.

Here are some other pics from this trip and here are some pics from my previous trips to Cabo.