Puerto Vallarta Mexico Day 6 Nov 8 Saturday

Puerto Vallarta Mexico Day 6 Nov 8 Saturday. Miss missy decided to be all snippy with me this morning. Mike was in the bathroom, after we'd woken up, and he had taken a shower. He made sure to bring in HIS towel from the balcony where it was drying from the night before. However, he neglected to bring in mine. So as he was brushing his teeth, he said I could use the shower, so I did. Now, I inadvertantly tossed my undies and they landed on top of his leather toiletry case. They weren't dirty or anything, as I had put them on a few hours earlier when it got chilly during the night, yes I was sleeping commando, but it still grossed him out. He turned to me and with toothbrush still firmly clenched in between his teeth managed to force out his trademark "REALLY!!! ...THAT'S NASTY!" I just smiled and he hung them on the back of the door and gave me his usual look of disgust and disdain that the Dutch are famous for. I'm sure Vier As will agree. I ignored his disapproval, as I am apt to do, and went to shower while he finished brushing his teeth. When I was done, I pulled the shower curtain back only to realize that I had no towel. Mike knew that i didn't have it and stood there staring and smiling....i could hear his thoughts ..."what now mofo" After sarcastically wipping off as much of the water with my hands that i could. I turned to him and said "um hello.... did you bring in my towel" "No I made sure I had mine before I took my shower" he said. The look the bitch gave me was so nasty. Excuse me for having to take 5 seconds out of your day to help out a pal. "Can you get me my towel please?" I asked. He was still brushing his teeth...A full shower for me and he's still brushing wft. He goes to get it and says to me as he's walking and shaking his head. "It's a good thing you're pretty because smart you ain't" So I turned and like a good puppy, took my revenge on his toiletry kit. I opened his case to expose the contents, took my underware, that he was so grossed out over, and wrapped his toiletry case in them nice and snug so that everything had a chance to rub up against the crotch. I thought it's a shame my boxers were hardly used. He came back in with my towel and I scooted out of there fast. After about 30 seconds numnuts opens the door and just stares at me. I turned to him and said "Yes you're right. It's a good thing im pretty and dumb". We went to the buffet at the hotel but forget it. A new Wagon full of locals had arrived and the buffet was already going through its second shift of food and even then we'd be lucky if we got any toast crumbs. We left and went to Mama Rosa's instead for breakfast. We noticed this trip that there are a ton of police all over the place. There's the tourist police, the regular police and the Jalisco Police (the federales) which is equivalent to Canada's RCMP I suppose, with full on military gear. It's a bit unnerving. We asked someone what was going on with all the cops and we're told that they are trying to create this illusion that they are doing something with regards to the drug trade. There is a belief that the local police and the drug dealers are in league with each other so the big boys are here to make it seem like they are taking care of "business". It may be a bit of a facade. On my first trip here I recall heading to Blue Chairs one night and a local drug dealer came up to me and opened up his coat to reveal little pockets sewn in with pills and stuff. Just like you'd see in a cartoon. He asked me if I wanted anything. He was very loud about it too. I said no. What was messed up was that about 3 feet away was a cop, rifle in hand, with his face purposely turned the other way. And did nothing. We figured it was a set up. We walked away. Just don't buy drugs here people. We didn't have any other plans other than sitting by the pool. Given the influx of Rosario's and her ninos by all the pools and the loud Latin music and yelling and screaming, we decided to take our chances with the hissing and crackling of the queens down at Ritmos instead. We got good seats. A TON of eye candy to be seen. Mike gave me the warning early on NO FACEBOOKING. Nobody tells baby not to Facebook. I was ok at first until I got a few drinks in, then the satin elbow legnth gloves came off. I had two fresh batteries and almost a gigabyte of data to burn through as well as wifi on the beach incase that still wasn't enough. I don't remember much, other than seeing a lot of hot guys prancing and posing about. Now I've been criticized for taking these "secret" pics but who are you kidding. Many of these boys look like Abercrombie models. They stand and bend and pose and snap and act like they are looking around for someone that's not really there. They flex and wear the skimpiest outfits that the beach will allow. The swim suits are so tight you can pick the Jews from the Gentiles. And a few Royal Alberts. They got the goods and know we be looking. So why not admire what they have worked so hard at achieving. ..plus we're pigs... I, on the other hand, rather than be selfish, have decided to share them with the world so that you too can enjoy the hard work they put into themselves. ..I'm thoughtful that way. You are welcum fucknuts!!!! My Virtual BFs were there. GARY and LANCE and GARRISON... i have no idea what their names are so we make them up. We even had brief bear and cub play going on in front of us. Kinda hot. The bear pics I posted of him had the facebook gawkers drooling. We stayed for quite a few hours while I blew up everybody's Facebook notifications. The amount of back and fourth banter, comments and chat was unreal. I even had one defriend simply because I didn't respond back fast enough...evidentally he hasnt read my "About" page on facebook.....oh well. I'd love to know stats of how far reaching everything went. I'm an info junky. I must have gotten 200 more friend requests that afternoon and about the same number of followers just from the hot guy beach posts. Awesome and cool. My highlight of the day was when I noticed that hot popular politician Brian Sims had commented on one of my posts. I noticed a guy on the beach that looked like him. I made a comparison and assumption about age....Oops sorry.... His role in government is to blame plus we dont have many young hot politicians in their 30s that I'm aware of in Canada. Most Canadian politicians are normally crusty old farts in their 50s or 60s. That plus Canadian politics are boring. I don't even know if women got the vote yet. It was still great to have received the commentary. It took about 10 minutes for Mike to revive me after I first noticed it. He shoved a jalapeños in each nostril, they were outta smelling salts. Can you tell I'm a stalker yet? Anyway, we tried heading down for dinner early and for the first time ever, we beat the locals to the buffet....didn't take long for the place to get packed. We went to see David at Anonimos after dinner, for a few drinks and then back to Margaritas and home...The Facebook notifications kept on clogging inboxes all night or so I was told.