I'm on vacation. This means I should be relaxed and enjoying myself. That hasn't started yet. Considering this day started at what we used to refer to as Oh Dark 30 or Zero Dark Thirty. Because of the recent film titled that that revels about the capture and subsequent justified execution of Osama Bin Laden, we now need to describe this ungodly hour as ACD, that is, Ass-Crack of Dawn. Today the ACD started at 2:30 a.m. I was in and out of the shower by 3 a.m. and on the road by 3:45 a.m. to the airport off-site parking. The second hand smoked scented shuttle dropped us at Terminal A by 4:15 a.m. 2 hours and 15 minutes before our flight only to find that we have a 45 minute wait for the USAir staff to arrive to work. Why do we need to be at the airport 2 hours before our flight when the baggage check-in people don't start work until 5 a.m? WTF?
Being first in line we zipped through baggage check-in and headed to the anal probing station. At least that's what I was anticipating. Much to my pleasant surprise they've made changes to the TSA security check-in. You no longer have to strip down. I offered but got no takers. Belts and shoes remained intact. Oh, happy day. We squeaked through and casually strolled to our gate (26, the last one you can leave from). I grabbed some breakfast. My Traveling Companion (TC, not her initials) ate breakfast at my house, where she spent the night taking over half of my bed causing me to have a terrible night's sleep as I'm used to tossing and turning at random ad infinitum nightly.
TC and I were up in the air on time, for a change. A new record for PHL. One and half hours later we were touching down in Charlotte, NC. With roughly an hour layover until our US Airways flight to Paradise. That is, Cancun. Having gotten through immigration and customs we nearly got by unscathed by the tourist greeters who try to sell you services or tours that you really don't want. We found our floral shirted Apple reps and were whisked away in a shared shuttle to our final vacation destination, Iberostar Paraiso Del Mar in the very rainy Playa del Carmen in Quintana Roo, Mexico.
Once we were checked in and were given our room 1809 and key cards and towel cards, we dumped our luggage into the room and hit the lunch buffet. As I hadn't eaten since 6 a.m. and it was now 2 p.m. I was salivating like Wile E. Coyote after the Roadrunner. I stress to my knowledge roadrunner was not on the buffet bar. After lunch we traipsed around the property in the rain. Yes, since we landed it has not stopped raining. We didn't get any beach or pool time on Day 1.
We had a nice dinner at the Mexican restaurant, El Hacienda, at the resort. By 9 p.m. I was wiped out and crashed for the night. However, being on the first floor, the assholes in the room above us thought it was prudent to wake us at 3 a.m. when they got back from whatever party there had been. Dropping things that could only be an unconscious body on the floor. It made such a bang and boom I swear I thought they'd be landing next to me in the bed. Bastards! En Español, Bastardos! So ends Day 1. I'm posting this on Day 3 because the only available Wi-Fi is at the local market off the resort property. I will follow up with subsequent days shortly. The vacation gets better, but there's still a lot of fucking rain and something bit me yesterday too. Bastardo!
Being first in line we zipped through baggage check-in and headed to the anal probing station. At least that's what I was anticipating. Much to my pleasant surprise they've made changes to the TSA security check-in. You no longer have to strip down. I offered but got no takers. Belts and shoes remained intact. Oh, happy day. We squeaked through and casually strolled to our gate (26, the last one you can leave from). I grabbed some breakfast. My Traveling Companion (TC, not her initials) ate breakfast at my house, where she spent the night taking over half of my bed causing me to have a terrible night's sleep as I'm used to tossing and turning at random ad infinitum nightly.
TC and I were up in the air on time, for a change. A new record for PHL. One and half hours later we were touching down in Charlotte, NC. With roughly an hour layover until our US Airways flight to Paradise. That is, Cancun. Having gotten through immigration and customs we nearly got by unscathed by the tourist greeters who try to sell you services or tours that you really don't want. We found our floral shirted Apple reps and were whisked away in a shared shuttle to our final vacation destination, Iberostar Paraiso Del Mar in the very rainy Playa del Carmen in Quintana Roo, Mexico.
Once we were checked in and were given our room 1809 and key cards and towel cards, we dumped our luggage into the room and hit the lunch buffet. As I hadn't eaten since 6 a.m. and it was now 2 p.m. I was salivating like Wile E. Coyote after the Roadrunner. I stress to my knowledge roadrunner was not on the buffet bar. After lunch we traipsed around the property in the rain. Yes, since we landed it has not stopped raining. We didn't get any beach or pool time on Day 1.
We had a nice dinner at the Mexican restaurant, El Hacienda, at the resort. By 9 p.m. I was wiped out and crashed for the night. However, being on the first floor, the assholes in the room above us thought it was prudent to wake us at 3 a.m. when they got back from whatever party there had been. Dropping things that could only be an unconscious body on the floor. It made such a bang and boom I swear I thought they'd be landing next to me in the bed. Bastards! En Español, Bastardos! So ends Day 1. I'm posting this on Day 3 because the only available Wi-Fi is at the local market off the resort property. I will follow up with subsequent days shortly. The vacation gets better, but there's still a lot of fucking rain and something bit me yesterday too. Bastardo!
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