Heres a little story from my trip:
On our last night in Cuba, we stayed in a mid-range hotel together so that wed all be in one place when the bus came at 7am to take us to the airport. We had a party with the Cuban students with whom we had been spending quite a bit of time over the previous month at the restaurant at the hotel that included copious amounts of rum and extended long into the night. After our dinner, there was a small show of live music, singers, dancersVegas type stuff. One of the acts was the Mexican Prince, or at least thats what I called him, as he looked a little like Prince and he was rather gay (he wore a snappy suit with a feather boa). He sang a few songs while his bodyguard, a guy in a suit and sunglasses, stood beside him fending off people, mostly men, that tried to mob him. I was just drunk enough to get in on the action and tried to mob the sexy singer. The bodyguard held me back, though.
We all got exceedingly drunk and stayed out very late. We all kept putting off ending the night because it was the last that the Cubans and us would see each other. Some of the poor Cuban girls were just blubbering, and even a couple of the guys got teary-eyed. We ended up giving them all the stuff we could, which amounted to more than a suitcase full of stuff. It was 3:30am by then, and with the bus coming at 7, I decided that it would be pointless to sleep, so I just packed; I never did sleep in the bed in that hotel room.
Our flight left at 9am. I arrived in Vancouver at 12:30 the next night. With no sleep the night before, I had been awake from early Wednesday morning till late Thursday night, gotten drunk twice, presented a term paper to the class, and abruptly handed in the paper in the Toronto airport.
Ah, the memories!
On our last night in Cuba, we stayed in a mid-range hotel together so that wed all be in one place when the bus came at 7am to take us to the airport. We had a party with the Cuban students with whom we had been spending quite a bit of time over the previous month at the restaurant at the hotel that included copious amounts of rum and extended long into the night. After our dinner, there was a small show of live music, singers, dancersVegas type stuff. One of the acts was the Mexican Prince, or at least thats what I called him, as he looked a little like Prince and he was rather gay (he wore a snappy suit with a feather boa). He sang a few songs while his bodyguard, a guy in a suit and sunglasses, stood beside him fending off people, mostly men, that tried to mob him. I was just drunk enough to get in on the action and tried to mob the sexy singer. The bodyguard held me back, though.
We all got exceedingly drunk and stayed out very late. We all kept putting off ending the night because it was the last that the Cubans and us would see each other. Some of the poor Cuban girls were just blubbering, and even a couple of the guys got teary-eyed. We ended up giving them all the stuff we could, which amounted to more than a suitcase full of stuff. It was 3:30am by then, and with the bus coming at 7, I decided that it would be pointless to sleep, so I just packed; I never did sleep in the bed in that hotel room.
Our flight left at 9am. I arrived in Vancouver at 12:30 the next night. With no sleep the night before, I had been awake from early Wednesday morning till late Thursday night, gotten drunk twice, presented a term paper to the class, and abruptly handed in the paper in the Toronto airport.
Ah, the memories!
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unravled:
Yup.
unravled:
You can't just go around randomly posting pictures of dildos and not expect consequences, you know. 