As usual, I,spent most of my time with my favorite girl, who is not in the game at all. No money exchanged, just a good time. I did manage to get out to GBP twice, which was cool for the BBJ and Cuba libre. The first night I ran into Mr. E. I didn't realize it then, but his stories were all too familiar to me, and it hit me when I was sitting in my apartment the next day. I went back to GBP the next night, and again had a Cuba libre, and got another bbj. For some reason I wanted to check out the ripoff joints, so I went to Foxy Lady (I could be wrong) on George Washington. It was wack, but I chuckled at their attempts to run game. I prefer GBP not only because it is cheaper, but also because you are pretty much left alone. Street walkers were out in gazcue as usual. I'm not a club person, so despite having a rental again, I didn't check out the usual club spots. I stopped in Algora, and as usual the talent was there if you got the game for it. All in all another great trip for me, which might be a little quiet for some of the people on this forum.
I again had no problems driving in Santo Domingo. I drove in traffic all over place, drove to Juan Dolio, and I drove late at night. I was only pulled over once, because I was breaking the rules of using my cell phone without a hands free device. I paid 200 pesos, because I was in a hurry (headed to catch my flight out). I tried only speaking english, but the idiots were fumbling around with google translate (not sure if they can spell in spanish). Finally I said fuck it, and starting speaking to them in spanish. We agreed on 200 pesos, and I was out. If I wasn't headed to the airport, I would have stuck with english only until they let me go. The worst part of my trip was coming home, and finding out that my luggage didn't make it to Atlanta, but instead somehow ended up in OKC. Not sure how that happened, but whatever. I have my bags now.
