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The Good and Bad Weekend in Tijuana
I checked in the Ticuan around 3 on Friday and all was good. Did a couple of shots in the hotel (brought my own bottle) and it was off to HK. Chris Long was in town and we met up at HK and we played the,"Where are you heading next?" guessing game, which he won by the way. His schedule is way more extensive than mine; I was humbled. We ran through LC and I did not see my massage girl, so we moved over to BT. I seen a girl that I liked, so I bought her a couple of beers. Chris headed out the door on the hunt.
We met up again at Gloria and one of my favorite girls just got off the dance floor and was headed my way. I gave her $40 bucks for the barfine, told her to change her clothes, and that I would be back in 30 minutes because Chris and I were headed to CC for a bit. Well, when we returned she was nowhere to be found. I asked the manager if she paid the barfine and he said no and did not know where she went. He found out from the doorman that she said she was going to put minutes on her phone.
Meanwhile, I was hanging with an older chunky mesera that I promised that I would fuck her sometime in the near future. Well, Chris said it was destiny that my girl left and the mesera was available. I asked the manager if I had to pay $40 more dollars and he said yes. But if and when my girl returned, he would get the money from her and return it to me. It sounded fair enough to me.
I asked the manager what would happen if the girl returned without the money. He said he would not allow her to work until she paid back the money. I've known this girl for a couple of years and it was very strange that it happened. Meanwhile the mesera was a blast in the room so I ended up happy anyway. The other girl did not come to work the following night; who knows what happened with her.
Saturday afternoon, Sal and wife came to the hotel for drinks, For some reason, there were cops all around the Ticuan; street, entrance, and lobby. Sal went to check on what was happening and when returned, he said,"Let's get the fuck out of here!" I asked him why and he said the Chief of Police was in the hotel and the mafia wants his fucking head. I told him we should sit tight and see what happens. And if there was gun fire, I would hide behind him! He didn't seem amused whatsoever.
My favorite girl in Mexico showed up on time and we chatted with Sal and wife for a bit, then it was up to the room. She also likes Tequila so the bar provided us with an ample supply of lime and salt. My girl's mother and daughters were meeting us at the hotel in a couple of hours, so we got busy. Hell, we were passed out when her phone kept going off. It was her mother in the lobby and she had no money for the taxi; this rushed things up a bit.
This was the first time meeting the family, but I was okay with it. The daughters gave me big hugs and kisses like they knew me for years. I hired a taxi for a chunk of the evening for 300 pesos. First stop was El Rodeo, but not the one in La Mesa, the closer one. A great restaurant with really good food. The family enjoyed the place as well. The older daughter asked me if we could go somewhere next, but I was not sure what she said; but still agreed.
We ended up at some big mall with lots of soccer fields next to the place. We walked into this inner / outer amusement area. I bought the girls some tickets and they had a blast. I asked my girl where was the bar, and she just laughed walked away; I guess that meant there wasn't a bar close by? We spent over an hour there and then headed to drop them off in the ghetto. The taxi driver kept mumbling "dangerous" in Spanish as he blew through every stop sign and red light on the way.
I headed back to HK and looked for Chris, and a couple of my lady buddies said he was looking for me as well; never found him. After a stop at CC, BT, and Gloria, I was headed to Nikki's where the wonderful police experience happened. But I ranted enough about that, so won't anymore in this TR.
After Nikki's, I ran like hell to Malquerida. I'm sitting at the bar and my beautiful x-wife comes over and sits on the next barstool on my left. And to my right is my beautiful future wife. Yep, I buy beers from the bartender. So, I'm telling one of my stories in Spanish to my future wife. And when I tell a story in Spanish, it takes all my concentration and effort to complete the story. Meanwhile, my x-wife finishes her three beers; no surprise there.
On my left shoulder, I have this fat fucking mesero poking me and asking to open up another beer for the x-wife. I try to be polite and said no thank you. I try to continue my story, and the fat fuck continues poking me on the shoulder. I was still pissed about Tijuana finest police force. I turn around, grabbed the bottle off the bar, called the bartender over, handed it to the bartender and asked him to change it for a new beer. He does, so I paid and tipped the bartender, and then I gave the x-wife the new beer. I looked at the mesero and told him to leave me the fuck alone; forever! He waddled away slowly.
I was a little stoked about the Paella Festival on Sunday because it was very close to the hotel. I checked out of the hotel at noon, but the hotel stored my bag for me while I skipped my way to the festival. The smell was wonderful. But wait a goddamn minute, it doesn't start until 2? And I wanted some paella right fucking now! Oh well, I was too hungry to wait and I had things to do in San Diego. I grabbed my bag and headed back.
It wasn't my best weekend in Tijuana, but it could have been worst. I had more good memories than bad memories; I guess that's what counts the most.
Phordphan= Conspiracy Theorist
Also we can't ignore the possibility that you wear a tin foil hat, LOL.
[QUOTE=Phordphan;1476990]Also, you can't ignore the possibility that Uncle Obama is behind some of this. The nimrods at the State Dept. May have asked Mexico to "crack down" on gringo drug users, for all we know.[/QUOTE]