despite a number of attempts to miss our return flight, we just got home from our 24 trip to Puerto Rico. The PR tourist website describes the it as a "modern progressive and civilized vacation spot"- though I find it difficult to recall anything civilized about our trip. I do recall eating a lot of pork though. as soon as we exited the San Juan airport we had our driver take us to this rustic and authentic little shack called Bebo's Barbeque for a proper Puerto Rican meal. Bebo has situated his restaurant in the back of a McDonalds parking lot, and even installed a couple of slot machines so that you can gamble while you wait for your food. unfortunately, the line to order takes forever and Joey ended up gambling away his money before he even ordered. I don't think he ate for the rest of the trip. Matt and I demanded that Bebo himself prepare our dinner, and shortly thereafter a four foot tall leather skinned man delivered heaps of savory flesh melting off the bone and oozing grease, topped off with some fried plantains. game over.

then it was off to the hotel where we discovered that the friendly folks at the Music Television Network gave us 5 suites right on the beach. from my balcony I had a splendid view of some hefty 70 year old retirees and watched as a toddler pulled down his bathing suit and urinated into the jacuzzi. instantly I remembered why I love resort hotels so much: old folks and children: peeing and pooping: all over the place...
after getting kicked off the water slide we set up shop at the outside bar and watched some rather large iguanas battle eachother. each of us picked a different reptile and placed bets as they went at it. I think Derek's won...

next stop: El Conquistador where we sound checked and hit the Casino. this time I lost all of my money, and had to flirt with a cougar until she offered to buy me dinner- the last thing really recall was being on stage and playing "Rockaway Beach" by the Ramones. We play the song in the key of B, but I'm pretty sure I was playing it in E, and Matt was singing somewhere around A . But that's the way a cover of a punk song should be. sloppy. and that's what we were for the duration of our stay. When I finally came to, we were in the van on the way to the airport, and Derek was recalling how he drunk dialed the event coordinator and begged her to take a jacuzzi with him. yes ladies, he's single...

Controle detrás pronto como documentamos el viaje en la cámara de
vídeo y fijaremos los toques de luz.

-Juan