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This question was answered when I ventured to the ship s port side, which revealed a congested, fleetwood prowler travel trailers smoldering-oil-scented labyrinth of tarnished industrial structures. The smog was enough to make L.A. seem like a beach on Oahu.
We had docked at Mazatlán . While the sight of such a gritty fleetwood prowler travel trailers urban landscape was intimidating and caused fleetwood prowler travel trailers one to question whether the most green thing to do was simply encourage the extinction of the human race, I was hopeful. As stated before, I m a poor audience for the show of safe, tourist-friendly spectacles cruises contrive, and seeing some real estate that was teeming with real people (sorry, employees of Cabo Wabo) made me eager to disembark and explore.
Furthermore, I had a goal. I wanted to rendezvous with saucy barmaid extraordinaire, Spice, whom the boyfriend and I had chatted up at one of the many bars. She had promised, if I found her at the old marketplace to reveal unto me the secrets of making Oil Down , and I wanted to hang out with her and the ship s staff out of their work environment, where they could treat me sincerely without fear of being locked into the dungeon I m certain must be hidden on the bottom level of those cruise ships (it s just past the roller-coaster, past the sperm whale holding tank, to the left of the secret blood diamond mine/Mai Tai cabaña).
The boyfriend, his father Fred and I left the ship and faced the maze of steel crates and rusted cranes. Passengers weren t permitted to traverse this acreage of battered, banging boxes we were required to take a tram through it to the gussied up port-mall. The tram reminded me of the now-gone Peoplemover ride at Disneyland, if, y know, Disneyland was a stinky industrial wasteland with poisoned barnacles and imposing metal super-structures instead of Critter Country.
Having arrived at the port-mall, we beelined our way through the tourist trap and, to the consternation of the 3.14 taxi drivers who waited to scoop passengers up, traversed the safety of the main gate and found ourselves in a decidedly un-touristy neighborhood in Mazatlán. The boyfriend and Fred were skeptical
Maybe we should take a taxi. Ask them to take us to the old marketplace? they suggested every other breath. But I wasn t having it. This was my first taste of something outside of the cruise s controlled environment, and even if it meant we got raped and knifed a li l bit , it was worth it to me!
For about half a mile. That s when my mouth started to taste and feel like salted cotton. The boyfriend was frustrated by following me I am, after all, the guy who could get lost in a walk-in closet, and Fred looked like he might have a heart attack, which I just knew would make the boyfriend cross with me for days.
I finally conceded to hailing a taxi, which we did: a souped-up golf cart that looked like it might have been used for a stunt in a country club scene on an episode of The A-Team . Our driver, who s name was tossed but which I did not catch (something like Edoáurahñgshjwhblo), fleetwood prowler travel trailers was a spry, fat man whose torso grooved to this music he was blasting
fleetwood prowler travel trailers We made it to the old marketplace. It was bustling and chaotic; traffic flow was a loud and fitful embodiment of Darwin s survival-of-the-fittest theories. Without knowing what and where to go, we plunged into the largest building first.
It was epic like a lower-class, Mexican fleetwood prowler travel trailers Wal-Mart. It was packed with vendors; everything was so humid and strong smelling, I began to feel euphoric. Henry Miller would have turned it into three pages of material easily, even without a whore involved. Most amazing and alien was the fresh meat section: aisles of every cut of meat and body part imaginable tripe, hooves, thick, hairy tongues all in open-air coolers that barely did their job the result being a stench that was carnal, rich, and putrid. You could taste the air, and it tasted like bone marrow.
We found ourselves in the bric-a-brac area of the market, the least busy section of the building. Every vendor s product looked like it came from the same place (Taiwan, fleetwood prowler travel trailers presumably). I shopped for souvenirs for dear friend, Smithy, who was house/cat-sitting for us back in the States, fleetwood prowler travel trailers but without luck I was pretty certain fleetwood prowler travel trailers Smithy had no use for a clock that looked like a orgasmic donkey.
I did find a foot-long, plastic statue of Saint Jude. I saw it across the room and stood frozen, transfixed. The boyfriend noticed me, followed my line of sight, and knew immediately what was up. He d seen that look in my eyes before: when we were shopping for a bathroom mirror in Little Ethiopia and I fell in love at first sight with a 3 foot tall, 100 pound lamp made to look like a drunk shepherd from the Baroque fleetwood prowler travel trailers era, for example. The look in my eyes meant I saw something I must have . Yes, more than rent money. Yes, more than food. Yes, more than your respect and trust in my ability to make wise life decisions.
Originally priced at $35, I haggled the woman working the booth down to $25 (it had a large nick in the back, after all besides, I knew from previous experience that haggling was expected). The boyfriend was displeased with my haggling a Mazatlánian fleetwood prowler travel trailers street vendor out of ten bucks.
While I loved how soft-hearted the boyfriend was being, not for nothing fleetwood prowler travel trailers that I saved ten dollars, which is still a lot of money to me, too. Unlike him, I wasn t raised in the upper-middle-class of Texas, and I didn t feel so above the vendor s station in life. (I m not saying I don t have it good compared to a large portion of the Earth s population of course I do. But all it takes is one morning commute on Los Angeles Public Transportation, with its barfing schizophrenics and switchblade-packing, trannie sex-workers fleetwood prowler travel trailers to remind you of where you re linked in the great, human food chain.)
As we were leaving, the boyfriend spontaneously decided to run back in and buy a pack of playing cards from the woman. He admitted to me later that when the woman asked him for the $3.50 the cards were priced at, he handed her a $20 bill and told her to keep the change , then left before she could respond.
Come dusk, the boyfriend and I sat on our patio to watch the ship set sail. What we didn t expect was the multitude of locals that packed the coastline, all waving us goodbye. fleetwood prowler travel trailers Apparently it s the thing to do pack some beverages and bring the kids and watch the huge cruise ships drift away. The boyfriend and I waved back, feeling like imposters of some royal family.
The very idea made my blood run cold. Watching Olympic ice skating stresses me out; I m always afraid someone s going to fall and hurt themselves and, as if that s not awful enough, it will also mean a catastrophic end to all their hard work, plus this personal tragedy will take place in front of a large audience! I mean, hand me the Xanax already.
fleetwood prowler travel trailers If I had known ahead of time what was in store, no amount of Manhattans would have given me the courage. It was, ladies and gentlemen, a circus themed ice skating show . Do you know how I feel about circuses? I feel the opposite of anything good at all about them. Circuses and their elements clowns, horses with ornate headdresses, clowns, creatures jumping through hoops, clowns, fleetwood prowler travel trailers vaguely fleetwood prowler travel trailers sadistic ringleaders, clowns, contortionists, acrobats and, oh yes, clowns these are important ingredients for my afterlife in Hell. But! (and here s something I had never been masochistic enough to imagine) What if we take these same elements and put them on ice skates! Even I had to admit it was too perfectly fleetwood prowler travel trailers diabolical an idea to not be impressive.
fleetwood prowler travel trailers Memories of the production itself remain like a nightmare half-remembered. I was, by the show s opening curtain, already drunk from Dutch courage. I vaguely fleetwood prowler travel trailers recall the opening number in which every cast member was meant to embody our planet s diverse cultures fleetwood prowler travel trailers but, much like the It s A Small World ride (Disneyland is so applicable fleetwood prowler travel trailers to life!), it left our globe seeming like it houses between five to ten very kitschy and silly cultures.
There was a plot to the show involving a sad clown who was in love with a ballerina; there was no dialogue, however, and everything was expressed through skaters dressed like drag queens, gliding and dancing to hit pop songs re-recorded by (what sounded like) an inexpensive session musician using only one synthesizer.
The middle of the show was focused on clowns, but I don t have much to write about it, because I mostly remember looking at the inside of my hands and fighting my desire to run out of the theatre to go sob uncontrollably.
The boyfriend thought one of the skaters the one meant to symbolize Russia but was dressed like a cross between a Cossack and Liberace - was kinda cute. It was then I realized what happens fleetwood prowler travel trailers when otherwise heterosexual men, once in prison, engage in homosexual affairs. It was only day 4 of our cruise, but being surrounded by our deeply unattractive passengers made anyone who wasn t hooked up to an oxygen tank a viable sexual conquest.