It's Tuesday in Mexico (DUH, it's actually Tuesday everywhere in the world except on the other side of the International Dateline - but we always thought the International Dateline was a 900 number, so ...).  This day came not a moment too soon and after last night's Monday Night Football party in some cantina on some back alley, trust us when we say that for once we're glad it's Tuesday (usually the "loser" day of the week).  But more about last night in a bit.

Today we got a chance to check out our resort.  Well, it's not actually "our" resort, but it is the one we snuck into yesterday and verbally abused the front desk staff until they "replaced" our lost room keys (clever, huh?).  The property itself has a little bit of deferred maintenence, but overall it's not too bad considering we're not paying anything to stay here, it's in Mexico and the hookers in the room next door have promised Kevin they'll give him a "Reverse Flying Turtle" trio massage for only 50 pesos if we don't tip off the Federales.   Now why would we do that? No harm, no foul, right?  We should have remembered that little saying last night.

Since last night Monday we wanted to see some Monday Night Football.  We found some cantina that promised an ESPN satellite feed of the game and settled in for the game (yeah right - they can't even get phone service to most of the country - how are they gonna get a satellite hookup?).  It was filled with Americans - mostly ex-pats that live here full time to avoid taxes, child support, or incarceration for doing things to small animals back in America.  Anyway, it all went well until some kid sold Stacy some...ah...er...."stuff" (he's a Johns Hopkins University graduate - his parents must be so proud he's now selling drugs in Mexico).  After that, coupled with apparently the wrong team losing the game (according to the radio - told ya no ESPN feed!), some other guy dropped his pants and challenged anyone to kiss his....you get the picture, right?  We got outta there just before the Federales arrived to shake everyone down for pocket change.  So what about tonight?  Well we're off to a little town about 2 miles from here with the drug dealer, his brother's girlfriend, the pants dropper and his wife - we figure if they made bail after last night we wanna hang with them...

      
A bit of deferred maintenence, but the room is free!                              Did we tell you that our hotel is a golf resort?

      
Hey, selling drugs in Mexico is better than burgers in Omaha!                                It wasn't pretty, but it was waxed!