I USE THE SPOON

Sunday evening and we’re watching 30 days of night, a very good and scary as sh!t movie. Conny covers her eyes on the best scenes.

Yesterday’s Pool party that Flavio invited me to was at the roof top of Los Danzantes bar, located on 5^th Avenue with 12^th Street in Playa del Carmen.

Upon arrival, we saw this DJ spinning some chilled out electro. The other side of the roof had a small bar with your favourite poison of choice, a industrial size grill for burgers and hotdogs, a few surfer dudes with shorts hanging out and in the middle there was a really nice round pool, kinda bigger that a Jacuzzi, with some guys and girls cooling off the hot as hell heat.

We headed to the bar and got offered two glasses with Absinth and Coke, thanked the waiter and grabbed a couple of deck chairs.

As we were kinda high up, we had the most amazing view of the beach with its beautiful white sand, tall palm trees and boats just cruising around.

Life can’t get better than this.

Texted Jaime and surely, shortly afterwards without any hard persuasion, he joined us.

Noticed that the chef had a spoon on his arm pocket, so asked the waiter if he knew what was the reason for the chef’s spoon. He didn’t so I proceed to tell him the SPOON joke, which goes like this:

Guy walks into a restaurant and immediately gets shocked with how dirty the place is. He even sees the chef coming out the toilet without washing his hands. He thought: “I ain’t eating here!” so he walks out and goes in the next restaurant, but this time he gets pleasantly surprised with the cleanliness of the place. Everything is nice and white, tables, uniforms, etc. Guy sits down and accidentally drops a spoon on the floor. Waiter comes running and gets a replacement spoon out of his pocket. Guy was amazed and asked how did the waiter knew that he dropped a spoon not a knife or something else. Waiter replied: “Well, this scientist did an experiment and found out that 90% of the times that someone drops something in a restaurant, that something it is usually a spoon, – he continues - thus we carry a spare spoon with us the whole time.” The guy was gobsmacked with that when he noticed something hanging out from the waiter’s zip trousers so he goes: “Pardon me but you seem to have a piece of string or something hanging out” “Oh, that! – waiter replies – the same scientist reported that 90% of waiters do not wash their hands after going to the toilet so the functionality of the string is to pull the penis out when I need to go, thus avoiding using my hands.” “Fabulous – guys stutters – but, but, how do you, err… put IT back in if you, err… can’t use your hands?” “Weeeell, to be honest with you – waiter mutters – I don’t know what the other staff do, but I use the spoon!”

Maximum success with this joke!

Talked with a few dudes and a few girls and when the free drinks were over we headed back to the house.

Slept for a few hours then just after midnight we went to another house party with Conny, Jaime, Ariadne, Conny’s friend, Claudio, Mariana, Martin and some other people.

Jaime was the designated DJ and he didn’t disappoint, in fact, he put on an amazing set.

We had to leave as Conny was feeling sick (too much of a good thing!) and slept into the early hours of Sunday.

Woke up about midday and went to Starbucks to get some fresh coffee and to use the internet.

On Friday afternoon, Martin, my friend located in Amsterdam, informed me that he shipped my bankcard on Friday thus I checked out the DHL tracking number. It showed that my envelope arrived on Mexico City today. Cool. It means that I should have it by tomorrow or Tuesday, the latest. All good news.

Met this cool long wavy hair chick and her bald buddy in Starbucks called Lizete and Ghandi, and we talked about cool places in the Netherlands, Spain, moving universities and ways to survive in gorgeous Playa del Carmen with schemes like selling home made food to the shops and trying to sell massage deals. Lizete showed me a fantastic youtube movie, advising people to (if nothing else)always wear sunscreen:

Decided to check out some shops and realised how small Playa is. When I enter some clothes shop, I see Flavio’s flatmate. He told me of a party in Mamitas beach. I had decided that today I wouldn’t miss the Temazcal so we went back to the house, had some food followed by a siesta.

Fully rested, woke up at about 17:30 then headed down to Shangri-La gardens, first to do my Temazcal then to join Jaime on Mamitas beach party.

Shangri-La garden was closed so no go and there was no beach party either.

Walked all the way back to the house and chilled out for a bit then played the movie 30 days....

Ciao 4 now

~ Paulo ~