in the palm of a powerball winner

When the blue beast rolled up at 4am Friday morning and I was the last to get in to a car full of guys, 2 things were presented to me: everything was community, and odds were definately in my favor. By 430 we had a full cooler and our extremely careful chaufer for the weekend was taking us slowly out of the city. We hit a town on the coast early in the morning and I wandered onto a side street that got me to the water. I guess I should've told someone of where I was going, but it didn´t seem relevant at the time. I got in the water immediately, failing to pick a reference point of where I put my clothes...or glasses. The guys meanwhile were on a search and rescue mission for me. Eventually we found each other and they weren't too upset. We found another beach where we all went swimming and just chilled for a while before taking on the last leg of our journey to actually get to the destination town. At this point I was feeling much like I was in a sitcom. 5 guys and angie at the beach- the ones who weren't applying my protective lotion covering were giving me massages, gifts, and making sure I had what I wanted to drink and eat. We made it to Tucacas just in time to fill our cooler for the party that evening, get a boat to our island to set up camp, and boat back to the city for the party. Once on sombrero island we didn´t feel like another 45 minute boat trip back just to attend a party- only there was one big problem- we left our cooler there with all of our beer, food, water and beer!!!! Slept under the beach's sky only to wake up and still not have anything to drink. The guys were on their way by 8am to get the cooler and some water for me- hoping to be back in a couple of hours. I would stay behind to hold down the fort, and of course get myself some sun! I was one of 4 people on the beach at 8am, it was marvelous. Consistently it became a more and more crowded antfarm. At 1230 I was feeling a bit wooozy for lack of food, and excess of sun, but I kept it under wraps, the guys would return any minute! Finally I see movement at the tent. I could barely fight my way through the streams of people... there was only 1 of 5 guys that had left. He didn´t have the water, ... or food, ... or ANYTHING!!!! wtf? They decided the boat traffic was just too much and that sending only one man back to get me and everything else was the answer. The remainder of my men were passing their day away at a hotdog stand near the water. When I was reunited with them we spent even more time there, for the company was pleasant. We managed to get to a party that night. Even though it was lame, it was a party. We left for home sometime in the ridiculous early morning to arrive back in Caracas by 10am. We avoided traffic every step of the way. Same beach as last weekend- but oh so different. It´s not where you are, it's who your with- couldn't be more true.

This is the only female contact I accepted this weekend. We chilled and she showed me her neighborhood, friends and family while I the guys were busy amusing themselves. She'll be 8 in July- her name is Angela. I was in the sun for 6 hours that day, can you tell?
since most of us had been there the entire day, the hot dogs were free- as was their bathroom and shower. We saw people come and go- but we remainded until the end of the day. Upon leaving I heard another great line by a fellow cast member "that blue shit in your eyes... it really works" -thank you friend, you are indeed rico y suave.
The crew for the weekend in the shade of the hotdog stand, all stars in the sitcom. From left to right, front to back: Barosh, Barishnikopf- the Venezuelan with a Russian name; Chino Dan; Millionaire Mario; me as the token girl; Julien, Juanni- the multi purpose cab driver; and Drew- the swedish blonde gringo

Sleeping wasn´t the first thing on anyone's mind, but sometimes it just happened. I believe I took this during the lame party, just before I took my turn in the car.