Part two of my short little series finds us back at Senor Frogs, the sweaty-but-fun club in Cozumel. It happens to be right above Carlos & Charlies, but that is another story. This story might be a little too much for some of you, so be warned now. I can be quite descriptive. (NO - nothing like that. Get your mind out of the gutter!!)
This time we shall talk about our little Mexican beer slinger (MBS), one of the waiters at SF’s. He took quite a fancy to PPP2. Now, PPP2 is a fun one, but not quite as crazy as the rest of us - a little on the more conservative side (but not by much).
We found our high top next to the balcony (mid-May is HOT), and PPP2 sat down in barstool, facing sideways at the table. The rest of us were getting settled and opening the balcony “doors”. We hear a little shriek and spin around and find MBS had mounted PPP2 like a jockey on a racehorse and was giving her a little lap-dance. OMW. The look on her face was priceless. We all shrieked (we are girls, deal with it) and started laughing hysterically. (Unfortunately, we did not have a camera.) I think we got a picture of him and her and the giant frog inside the main entrance, but I can’t be sure. No, I won’t publish it.
Poor PPP2 didn’t know what to do! She was laughing, slightly embarrassed and quite red in the face. She stated that she didn’t know if she needed a cigarette or a very large vat of liquor.
Moral? Beware of MBS’s at humid little clubs in Mexico.
You are such a good writer!
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