The ports were closed today again. Honestly, it wasn’t that windy nor did it look that rough on the water. The dive shop guy said he was surprised that they hadn’t opened them yesterday (it really had turned out beautiful). We decided, instead of scheduling a dive on Playa del Carmen again, to wait in case the ports opened later in the morning/afternoon.

They didn’t.

Nick went rogue in the afternoon, leaving Curtis, Kristen, and I to have lunch at the Blue Angel restaurant. We indulged in a few Dirty Monkeys (piña colada mix, Kahlua, rum, and bananas). After we ate, Kristen and I headed to the pool (with Dirty Monkeys to go, of course). We sunned and got our drink on. Also, there was planking and pool jumping.

For a very brief period of time, we were going to be responsible and sober up so we could do a shore dive, but then we found out that if the ports are closed, they don’t allow shore dives either. BRK was getting antsy, so we decided to walk to the Oxxo for something to do.

We never made it.

There were some shops Kristen wanted to stop at, so we did a little browsing. Then we came to the resort where MSD stays when they come here. Kristen said there was a drink called the Pink Flamingo (which we later found out from Curtis was actually called a Sea Horse (I can totally see how she could confuse the two. /sarcasm)). The bartender said he didn’t know of a Pink Flamingo, but he did have a drink that was pink. It was blended and contained a bunch of different liquors including rum, spiced rum, Malibu, and brandy. From what I can remember, we were feeling pretty good after that. We made it back to the hotel. Kristen was worried that I’d fall off the sidewalk. It’s a good thing she planked on the way there and not the way back.

Nick informed us that he had lunch at Palmeras while he was in town, which was the place Kristen wanted to try. Because he had a late lunch, the three of us went to town and ate at Palmeras. I was craving American food, so I ordered a cheeseburger. Actually, mostly I just wanted to order un hamburguesa con queso. I can’t help it. When I drink, I want to speak the Spanish. Also, I recall boring the Lahrs with talk about proper grammar. I SWEAR I’M A FUN DRUNK!

After dinner I was fading pretty fast. I crashed (passed out) immediately upon returning to the hotel room. Wait! No, that’s a lie. I tackled Kristen on the bed first. I don’t think she liked my advances. I mean, come on, it wasn’t even naked tackling! Whatever. #awkward