As Dave, Bill, Bailey, and I waited for the elevator to go down to Casa Fuente, Dave said, "Who's this?" He began to frantically hit the elevator button about ten times, then he immediately nodded to the stairs in an equally frantic motion. We all busted up, knowing exactly who the impression was. The next day I was at the same elevators waiting with Tank, Sergio, and Jebus. Well, to quote Yogi Berra, "It was deja vu all over again." And that cabbie was freakin' hilarious! The Sandra Bullock crack ho, if I remember right, was the friendly neighborhood ho, much like Schwann's delivery with a happy ending. LOL!
Dave, it was an honor to meet you and so many other great guys. So glad that Angel made it last minute, too! Easily up there for one of the greatest weekends of my life. And educational too! There are bugs that will hiss at you angrily, fire kills just about everything, there is no conceivable circumstance where it is acceptable for another guy to shave you cajones, swimwear is acceptable in night clubs, and just about everything anyone would want (or not want) to know about goats.
Thanks for another great trip down the memory lane. I cannot wait until next year.