Punta Cana: The Finale

And so it continues....

The trip continued to be great, though a lot less crazy in some respects. Trust me. We still kicked it up, we just left the federal offenses to mil. I hope I have the days right for these instances, but I think a lot is clouded and askewed...

Day 3
So Wednesday after being up until 10:00 that morning, performing Merrymaid duties and finally washing the extinguisher dust off of us, we headed to the sun. Finishing up at the pool we heard some familiar tones. What was that? English? American English? I'm guessing Pennsylvania accents...sounds like eastern PA. Yep...Enter--Philadelphia. Quite refreshing after our two nights wanting a threesome for translation purposes. The only downside to English speaking...oh no...now we have to be careful because they will hear and UNDERSTAND our nicknaming system. However, looks like we met our match as we began chitchatting with them. The nicknames from their end began to fly as well. It was kinda like being back in college and the new freshman class comes. Inevitable nicknames are assigned. We three girls fortunately were given "the Steelers" given our locality in the states. We chatted amongst the PhillyCoral and headed back to get ready for dinner. Great Spanish dinner, I might add.
Danni and Renee b-lined for the SportsBar later on and I stayed back for a bit. Two nights of partying, new food (and I think a bad clam at lunch) called for some maitenance. Like a good little frat girl, I puked and rallied. (Drastic times call for drastic measures...and I'm pretty sure it was the clam.) Javi met us out and new games began.
One: Javi definitely behaved himself and I also found out that he once dressed up as a fireman. It must be in his blood...or as he put it for Barcelonians: "I think it's the paella."
Two: What was this? A makeshift beerbowling table in the DR? Ah...I knew it would follow us.
If the international language is supposed to be love, then the international game is beerbowling. So far on this trip...score 2 for the Americanas.
We sat and shot the shit with Javier (see you in Spain next year, Javi!) and chatted it up with our new friends...the Gotti boys (Bill, Brian and Brandon) and Allison and Todd (who reminds me of the guy in Bring It On. New friends and easy communication. We called it a somewhat early night as estamos muy cansada. (Shit...if I had only known that phrase the night before!)

Day 4/5/6?? I don't know anymore!
Day four brought us the beach, sun and massages. Ah...massages on the beach. I know what you're thinking, ladies. Hot foreign men rubbing our bodies in almond oil. Well...kinda. Almond oil, but more like burlesque Dominican women. That's alright. As we head up for our massages I asked Danni if I should take my shirt off. She thought yes probably...so this being a topless beach I'm not TOO concerned. I can do this. I can do this. So I take off the tankini top and hop on the table...face down. Once again more inaudible Spanish and I respond with "No comprende. Hable mi amiga." Yes...thank God again for Renee, though only to inform me that I need to be laying on my back. Great. Thanks Danni! Now my two perky (heh, heh) bosoms are staring Jimmy Superfly Snuka in the face. (Note to self...learn how to say "Puedes darme un toalla?") Needless to say I managed to fumble through and get a towel. All in all the massages were great (though we got molested a bit by the women...I suppose they just wanted to make sure we were relaxed.)
Off to dinner that night at the Pan-Asian place. Okay...but not as good as the Spanish place. We met up with the Gotti boy (Carmine,) Allison, BringItOn and introducing...the YinYang twins. Cousin Kevin showed up the Gotti boys were broken and the YinYang twins emerged. Most of them tuckered out early as did Renee with a cold (probably from the extinguidor.) As Danni cleaned up the pool table with her skills (though Allison and I gave a valient effort with the two games we won) we met Matteo. Ah Matteo. Cute. Young, cute. Much later on with more and more cervezas and plenty of shots. Danni and I took the night by storm. Later on two more Italianas showed up looking a lot like this and this. Everyone wants a HockeyCut! We even taught these Italian boys some English. Something like, "Your friend? She puke."
Next day...we are scheduled for a Party Boat. Sadly, Danni couldn't make it as the 10 shots the night before put her over the edge. Renee and I headed out (and how brave she was!) We did some snorkeling and then partied on the boat. The crew was amazing! The had an entire routine from steel drums to dressing up as Michael. They also had a limbo contest in which the captain literally was limboing under a pole that was no more (personally I think less) than 18" off the ground. (I shit you not.) Later on that night we played some card games with the PhillyCoral and had some relaxing times hanging out.
We enjoyed our last times at the beach and pool and whined about having to go home. (We really should move to Spain where our vacations can be a month!) We had our last dinner night at a seafood restaurant that was pretty good....better than Asian, but not as good as Spanish. Went back and packed and headed out for some gambling a nightcap(s). Moral of the story: quit while you're ahead. (I never listen to my own advice...but I had fun at that blackjack table.) Renee and I ended up at the casino later on that evening with the YinYang twins and well...all in all...it was a great fucking trip.

I would love to go back there next year. Can we repeat the craziness of this year's trip? Um....I'd like to say no, but that's what we said about the first night.

Had to ride the train...had to ride the train.

Well folks...these vacation ladies are signing off for the year....hasta luego. Look for more adventures to come in the fall. You know I'll be jet-setting somewhere.
Until then...back to the Girl in the Corner!

The picture link will be up tonight or tomorrow in the other links.