[quote=tomjackin; 1272276]it's been about a month since i traveled the brutal distance to spend time in my little backyard paradise, so after a full recovering from the dr, which took longer than usual, i had a long talk with my liver and we both agreed to head south on friday.
the i-5/805 onramp.
a month ago, it was posted to open in may, but now it's not due to open until august! does anyone know what happen there?
the mystery hound.
at the bottom of the pedestrian bridge ramp (on the way to cross into mexico) , a month ago i noticed a dog in the fenced in area, and i thought it was a fluke, that maybe the hound wondered in there by accident. but a month later, the pooch is still in the fenced area. does the dog have a purpose? who feeds the damn thing? help me out with this one.
the highlight of the trip.
got into hk around 3 and the spring break thing was going and it didn't seem like much of a change than the normal routine. sat down and it wasn't long before i spotted 2 of my favorite girls in mexico hanging out at the handicap ramp wagging there asses back and forth for dollar bills, and they both looked up at the same time and greeted me with big smiles. i went down to the ramp to pay my respects and was trying to decide which one to bring over for the fun loving "booth follies." one of them is my regular, but the other is the sweetest girl i've met in years. couldn't decide, so i brought them both over.
the girls and i had a good time. both are trained ficha drinkers, at least with me. they each sipped three little beers for over two hours. my camera was out most of the time and girls didn't show a ounce of shyness whatsoever. there is something nice about it when the girls are relaxed and playful, no expectations, just enjoying the time. they both knew which one i would be talking upstairs later; didn't make a difference to the other. i was able to practice my shitty spanish, and they did their best to correct my shitty spanish. hell, this is fun; another bucket of beers!
after getting some food in their bellies, one girl went back to work, and my girl and i retired to the room. it's been a month since i've been with her and she had an ass kicking planned for me. we got in the room, and she gave me this serious, but kind of drunk look, and asked,"listo? i replied,"sí." then she asked,"seguro?" i came up short for an anwser, so i replied,"fucking a!" that girl pounded my face and cock like it was her last day on earth. it was like every pound had a word. like,"don't, you, ever, stay, away, from, me, for, a, fucking, month, again!" it was the unspoken language that was important here. once again, point well taken!
other tidbits.
while on my way down revolution avenue when headed to cesar's for some good tequila and snacks, i noticed that revolution was vibrant with people out and about. as i was walking by el torito, there was this tall nice dude, that always tries to get me to go in there for the two for one drink specials. i told him that i was headed somewhere else, and he reminded me that i always say that to him. i said ok, on my way back i promise i will go up for a drink if he is out in front. and my promise is as good as gold.
after hanging with manual at cesar's, i headed back to the zona. on one of the corners, some dude was trying to get me to a club called madona's? i looked over and saw the place, never been, so i headed over with him. i inquired how much the mixed drinks were and was told $6. i told the dude that i pay $4 for the best places in the zona, so he said ok. i told him i would take a look, but no promises on buying a drink. i walked in the place and it seemed like a nice place, but there were only a few girls there, and one lonely ass customer that was sitting in front of a deserted stage with dance pole. as i was bailing, the guy offered my drink for $2.
on my way back, the el torito dude was out there, and a promise is a promise, so i went up and hung out looking over the balcony, which was great for down-shirt titty shots from the sidewalk below. i told him i wanted my 2 for 1 margaritas in one big glass. off he went, but returned and said there were no big glasses, which i know better because i've drank there in the past. i said whatever, just bring the damn drinks. he returned with, not two glasses, but two wendy paper cups full of margarita. i asked wtf? he just shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
so i finished one drink, i figured i could walk with the other, why not, it was a wendy's paper cup for goodness sake. at the next light, i was waiting to cross the road, and this pretty woman came up next to me and was waiting as well. i smiled and said hello and asked her if she would like to taste my tasty beverage, and she did! i didn't think much of it and continued walking towards the zona, but she was in tow the entire time. so i made a right at the arch and was about a block in and realized she was still right behind me. i stopped, turned around, asked her name, and asked if she was working someplace. she told me her name, said she wasn't working, and then said,"tu hotel, $50." i explained to her that i was old and tired. she smiled and gave me her number. opportunity is everywhere!
las chavelas.
i run through this place every trip in search of the hidden gem. as soon as i entered, i spotted a slender, yes i said it, slender dark skin girl. she looked like whitney houston, but not dead, more alive! whitney and i grabbed a booth and she turned out to be a great kisser. i got so wrapped up with her that i let my guard down. i looked down on the table and noticed a bag of fucking chips! and then i realized that i paid for that bag of fucking chips! i was livid! i forgot all about whitney, went to the bar, and told the bartender i wanted to see the manager right fucking now! the manager was a nice dude, and refunded my money for the chips immediately. hell, i done forgot about whitney.
the lowlight of the trip.
in hk during the late afternoon, i noticed this american couple were playing with the same bar girl. she is a new girl, kind of tall and built like azul, but not as big in features. the american woman was about the size of a fucking buffalo and nasty as hell! well eventually, it was the hk girl's turn to dance on the back stage. and on her last song she was buck naked and she really looked hot! then this doom settled over hk, and the buffalo got on stage!
the buffalo starts grinding with the dancer and then the dancer starts the horrid act of undressing this buffalo. i'm yelling,"for the love of christ! for the sake of humanity! someone stop this disaster before it strikes!" at this point, i'm hoping for a fire drill, an actual fire, an atf raid, an earthquake, anything to stop what's about to happen! the stripper peels off her pants, and the buffalo is wearing a thong! who in the fucks makes a thong in the xxx6 size?
i've always wanted to shake the hand of the original maker of the thong, because it has brought me so much pleasure over the years; especially in rio during carnival on the beach. but if i ever met the maker of the plus size thong, i would beat that fucker to a pulp! here is the sad and sick part. the act was drawing a crowd! even my girls wanted to get up and go over to the stage to check it out. maybe because it was different, maybe because it was like a grossed out circus act, who knows? but then again, i thought to myself,"hell, i fucked bigger woman than that! but, not from hk!"[/quote]what, no picture of the buffalo, jajajaja