Today was a beautiful day and perfect for Cindy and I. We had a day practically to ourselves!

We woke up, threw on our bathing suits and headed out to have a breakfast made for Kings. It was delicious, there was so much food! Any kind of food and drink you could imagine. After we were thouroughly stuffed we headed straight for the pool.

We laid out all day, soaking in the sun and drinking mango margaritas! Around the time we were eating lunch, the hotel was hosting bingo! Of course we had to play. We sat under the umbrella of our table pool side, drinking margaritas, eating crane asada tacos with chips and salsa, playing bingo.

The first round we lost, I was close at one point but we won nothing. The next round we both won!! We ran up to the desk to claim our prize and the DJ begins to laugh at us! Turns out that round was black out.. we missed that minor detail. We decided to continue sitting near the DJ because I only had 4 left before I had black out and she had 5 left.

The next three numbers in a row were mine! I only had one left and had to wait two more turns to get it! He announces the number in Spanish first and before I know it, Cindy is telling me I’ve won! We go back up to the DJ to rightfully claim our prize. In confirming my victory, the DJ tells me in order to claim my prize, I have to dance. Now, anyone who knows me, I don’t dance. I tell him heck no! He asks my name, I tell him it’s Cindy. She looks at me and starts laughing, the towel guy (who Cindy introduced herself to earlier) was standing next to the DJ and called me out! He started laughing saying that Cindy isn’t my name but it’s her name (he pointed to Cindy). I tell him my name is Desiree and he says “ohh!! Desire!!” Mind you, all of this is happening in a microphone, being blasted through speakers all over the pool. He tells me again that I must dance in order to claim my prize. I asked him what the prize was, I needed to see if it was worth making a mad fool out of myself for.

He looks at me and says “Your prize is the lifeguard!” And he turns to look at the handsome lifeguard who looks at us and begins to blow his whistle. Completely embarrassed and dying inside, I ask him what the real prize is. He hands me an XL Mazatlan t-shirt. You’re welcome pops!

We sit back down, lay out some more, nap again, wake up and decide to swim and get beer. After a round of confusion and negotiations we are paying for our Pacificos. In the process of waiting for the receipt, a man comes up to order a drink.

He then, waiting for his drink, looks at Cindy and says “Hi, What’s your name?” Talk about awkward. What a way to abruptly start a conversation.I think the only way he could have been creepier would have been if he added “little girl” to the end of his question.

So for the next eight minutes, the world spun a little slower as if Father Time was standing above us somewhere laughing watching the whole thing. During this conversation, I instantly begin to pick up on this guys accent. He was Canadian, without a shadow of a doubt in my mind. This guy had to be from Canada. Eventually it comes up that he is from Alberta, called it!!! As he is talking,
both of us are listening but not listening. You know what I mean? When you hear someone, you know they’re talking, you chime in at all the appropriate times but you’re not actually talking to them? The conversation they think you’re having versus the conversation you’re actually having? Anyways, within this conversation he is telling his story of how he switched hotels, which led to stereotypes, which led to (apparently) people from Alberta are seen as rednecks. Homeboy had a huge Freduian slip. As he’s explaining how they are not all red necks (btw he SCREAMED red neck) he said “but most vagina, main people are not”. He tried to play it off and we let him. Standing there, in my head, all I am thinking is, “did he just vagina?” I wasn’t even sure I heard him right. “Maybe it was the accent? Maybe he…no he definitely just said vagina. Right?” Father Time was waiting for this moment. He finally showed mercy, we signed for our beer and left. First thing Cindy says to me was “why did he just say vagina. Freudian slip.” I wasn’t alone! She heard it too! We chalked it up to be hilarious and awkward. Longest. Eight. Minutes. Ever.

Now, as a disclaimer I am not saying Canadians are creepy and weird, I’m just stating facts. This is what happened. That is where he is from. If you choose to associate the two together, well, that’s not my fault. 🙂

Tomorrows agenda involves massages and more sun, can’t wait!

Cheers!