Two Drunk Chicas, Daniel and Getting Rubbed Down

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We were in good shape. We were fed. We’d learned how to salsa. We were sitting in our lounge chairs, feeding our souls. How could it get any better?

I will tell you how it could get better.

A waiter could come out and ask us if we wanted a bottle of champagne, with proper champagne glasses. Yesterday’s waiter (Roberto) told todays waiter (I think his name was Alberto) how much we enjoyed the bottle of champagne and how excited we were with the proper champagne glasses.

Well, what could we say? It would have been ungrateful, and, dare I say, rude, to turn his gracious offer down.

“Yes, thank you, that would be divine”, was the only proper, appreciative response. So that is what we said.

We clinked glasses and agreed, it doesn’t get any better than this.

After making a dent in the bottle of champagne, we went back to the pool bar, in search of Daniel. He was STILL not there. WTF? They said he was on his way. We sat down and waited.

While we were waiting, Moises (the bartender manager dude), came up to me. He talked about Humberto and the Lobby Bar and I thought he said Humberto would be there. I was going to wait and see. He was very nice, but I wasn’t sure I had that much pull. Turns out, I don’t really, but they do know how to make the guests happy. Sort of.

Daniel, FINALLY, returned to the pool bar. I ran up and gave him the gift I’d brought him. It’s a pickle ornament. But since pickles are made of cucumbers, I called it a cucumber ornament.


He laughed. I laughed. Karen took a picture. And then I said, “You know what I want, Daniel.” And he gave it to me.

He handed us the cucumber mojitos and I looked suspiciously at mine.

“Daniel! Where’s my floater?”

“I added it.”

“I can’t see it. I want to be able to se it. Give me another!”

So, he humored me and gave me another rum floater.

It’s a good thing we tip him well. Otherwise, I don’t think he would put up with me.

Champagne, cucumber mojitos, we were well pre-relaxed for our massages. Which were wonderful. My massage therapist at home goes on a search and destroy mission. The only good thing about my session with him is when they are over and I feel better the next day. The hour I am with him is torture. These massages were nice and relaxing. They didn’t do any real good, but we definitely enjoyed them.

We decided a soak in the hot tub would finish the job, so we headed for the spa.

Alberto, the butler, was at the concierge desk in Building 71. I say hello. He asks where Zung is. Girlfriends weekend. So good to see him.

When we went by the pool, they were serving cake and coffee. René, the wonderful waiter from Toni’s Surf and Turf was doing the honors today.

Karen didn’t want cake, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He also talked her into coffee with some Bailey’s.

At this point, I’m not sure it was even safe for us to go in to the hot tub. But, we did anyway.

And it was good, very, very good.

We were ready to raise some hell on our last night.

And we did. We definitely did.


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