In honor of my almost-here 2nd Annual Mexico Girl Trip, I will tell some wonderful stories from our 1st Annual Mexico Trip. No real names will be used to protect the identities of those involved.
Of course, there are three stories that come to mind immediately. Today I will tell of our Portuguese friend. At least we think he was Portuguese.
Anyhoo, we visited a fun little place called Senor Frogs in Cozumel. It was on the second floor, small, mostly dance floor. And HOT. It was mid-May and beyond humid. And not a lot of ventilation. We claimed high-tops next to the balconies to try and get a little air.
In the course of our Princess Party Pantses fun, and short and inebriated Portuguese guy (PG) decided that he liked my friend, whom we will call PPP1 for the purposes of this story.
PG really wanted to dance with PPP1. He also wanted to get a little too friendly, which was so not going to go over well. After a few stern warnings, PG almost got his face crushed (PPP1 is not a wimp!). He followed us around – he might have had a little too much fun amnesia.
We finally decided to leave. PG did not want us to go. He followed us down to the cab. There were three of us and we were sitting in the back. PG sticks his head in the front window and starts yelling, “I love you. You love me. You want to marry me. We will get married.” And on and on. The two of us were laughing as PPP1 was yelling at the poor Mexican cab driver (who didn’t understand us) to drive. PPP1 didn’t find it very funny at the time, but she does now.
So, if she ever gets desperate, she knows that there is a short little Portuguese guy somewhere that loves her!
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