Dear Mustachioed Friend Alex,
I'm sorry that you didn't get to make the trip to Meh-hee-co this year but you're not missing out on that much... no, that's a lie. If you're too lazy to actually read, the my Spring Break week 2 pictures are on the Official Chris Duncan Flickr and the videos are on the Official Chris Duncan YouTube channel.
I met The Beasts of Eden (an awesome band from Brooklyn) at their sound check at Cabo Wabo. They were enjoying their first tequila shots of the trip late that afternoon... and some did not return until well after the sun came up. Luckily, they are bad ass enough to handle performing in the middle of being professional rockers. The Beasts of Eden song "Only Good at Looking Good" is probably my favorite. They have another song "Two Suns" but it's not on the debut EP. I've seen them do it live twice (?) and it's fucking awesome. They played it at their last set at Nikki Beach with Paul Dateh. We had a sweet set up at Hotel Bahia and when we asked them for a fridge full of beers for the band, they obliged.
There were a few lovely ladies with me for the trip as well. Maybe you've heard of Playmate Lindsay Wagner or Cyber Girls Jillian Beyor, Jessica Danielle, and Aubrie Lemon? Oh yeah, you met them (except for Lindsay) last year in Mexico. Jessica actually remembered talking to you on the flight back to LA last year. Don't worry... she's getting engaged and you're not quite handsome enough for her. I liked hanging out with Lindsay. Is it fucked up that her ability to destroy Burger King turns me on? I guess that's my type ... 20 year old Playmates that can eat anything they want. It was also entertaining to give her shit about the infamous Terrence Nunn game-losing fumble from the Nebraska-Texas game a couple years ago.
She was also into my awesome dance moves when I cut a rug at Zoo. They were thoroughly impressed by my ten seconds of spastic, somewhat rhythmic movements that I repeated many times. I think the most people were impressed by my stint wearing the "Michael Knight" jacket though.
Shenanigans? Shenanigans occurred. At Billygan's, we were treated to an extremely raunchy "booty shaking contest". I'm a booty shaking contest purist and that means amateurs only. The girl that won had to be a stripper. She had some moves that had to be practiced many times to execute correctly. She decided to flash at the end and it wasn't really even in the neighborhood of sexy.
I ended up in what I believe to be an Isuzu Trooper with 12-15 other people after a big night at El Squid Roe. I was in the passenger's seat with some beeyotch sitting on my lap (joking) so I got to have a pleasant conversation with our driver. Her name was Sunset, she had many tats, and she liked Sublime and Rage against the Machine. Thumbs up in my book. We later found out that she was brought up in the Children of God cult -- still, nice girl. It was about 5AM and we decided to hit the beach. Somehow, everybody left while I was sitting on a beach chair and after about 10 minutes I decided I was done hanging out on the beach. I only found one one of my socks at the spot where I had left my bad ass kicks. Tough loss.
One sweet thing that we did was a "name tag party" at Nowhere Bar. Basically, we had sheets of "Hello My Name Is" stickers and sharpies and let people put them on each other. The ones I got were "Fucking Humarious" (humorous-hilarious) and my favorite "Extremely Tan Forehead". I gave out a ton, but the classic was "Strong But Gentle" for Carter from the Beasts of Eden. It became our motto for the week. At the end of the night, they name tags got more and more offensive -- which is where I begin to shine. I managed to slap "DTF" on the back of some incredibly drunk girl. I also put a "DTF" on myself, so I guess it's not all bad. The best one was probably on "Yuma". She seemed overly "generous" and like a train might be leaving the station that night. So I wrote "3:10 to Yuma" on a sticker and Chris B from Beasts of Eden applied it courageously. Not sure who she stumbled home with that night.
But the night didn't end there... I was in it for the long haul. You know, when I try to have so much fun that I miss my flight. My buddies in Cabo were having an "after party" the last night that we were in town. That meant that once Nowhere Bar closed, they had some booze and a DJ set up in another place in that plaza. It was pretty fun, very loud, and filled with people wayyy more fucked up than I was. I saw our favorite security guard from last year at the party. You know, the guy who looked like Manny from Scarface. He updated his style and didn't have the strong mustache or slick hair anymore and decided to rock a trench coat that made me think he had 2-3 guns on him. On the last night, I did see him at the "after party" going nuts on the dance floor. I was there for maybe an hour. As I was leaving, a handful of local girls and two amazing Argentinian girls took their shirts off. I was sad.
I picked up a few awesome souvenirs. The first item I picked up in a souvenir shop. I had been eyeing them since the first week. They were sweet mexican blankets in a poncho style with NFL logos. I got a Giants one for myself and a Titans one for my brother. Apparently, it's not worth producing unlicensed Detroit Lions merchandise. The other cool thing I got was an official Mexican police hat. Unfortunately, it's a "baseball cap" and not a sombrero or anything like that. But hey, add those to my Cabo San Lucas turtle necklace and I'm almost an Official Mexican.
So I'm back in New York and it's not warm. I won't be this tan again for at least a year. Shit. In the coming weeks, we'll be unveiling some new features at OCD with the help of some of my buddies. Stay tuned.
