Carlos & Cocktails

We arrived at our hotel, Iberostar Playa Del Mar at approximately noon on Tuesday. I hadn't slept but a couple hours the past two days and had a few catnaps on the plane down to Mexico.

The hotel was absolutely beautiful. The grounds were full of lush jungle like greens and flowers and the lobby was large and inviting. The resort was well kept and had groundskeepers everywhere. We were greeted with a welcome drink upon check in. The room was lovely and we quickly headed out to the locate the pool and the all inclusive drinks.

The pool was absolutely beautiful. We went up to the pool bar and that's where we first met Carlos, the bartender. I can't tell you how many shots of tequila I did after the many "pretty" mixed drinks that Carlos made. The polish men can definitely hold their alcohol, and who was I to not try to keep up?

It may have had something to do with the lack of sleep or the lack of food. Or it may have been my make-up for my Grenada Gone Wrong vacation. Or it may have come down to the amount of alcohol that I managed to consume in a short amount of time. Or maybe it was a combination of everything.

I found myself the center of attention with a half dozen previous drinking pals observing me try to get off the lounge chair by the pool, passed out and covered in a towel at 3:30P.M. as JN tried to escort me back to the room. The hooping and hollering of the crowd didn't do much for my drunken-ass lack of self-esteem in a f'n two piece bathing suit to say the least! Nothing like making a good first day impression!

Regardless, I missed our welcome orientation meeting. I missed our first possible trip to the snack bar. I missed our first dinner. I missed our first night in the Riviera Maya. Well, to sum it all up, I missed it all!

Here's me living up my first night in a beautiful all-inclusive, five golden apple resort:

Not to be put to shame, I did show my face again around the resort. Even so much as hitting the gym at 6:30a.m. the next morning! At breakfast I was greeted by one of my fellow cohorts with a "Good day! How are we feeling today?" I even mustered up the courage to return back to the scene of the crime. On our second to last day, we even took a picture with Carlos, how could we not?