Flashback

The weather here in Puerto Vallarta is finally back to normal, and thank goodness for that. Normal is breezy cool evenings, nights, and early mornings with warm sunshine during the day. Not like the mess we had when I first got here and that seemed to go on forever.

Last Thursday was a perfect example. I woke up to what I thought would be a beautiful day with rosy clouds over the bay.

Sailors Take Warning


I should have heeded that advice. By early afternoon this was what was rolling in over the mountains.

Not A Pretty Sight


And then the floodgates opened and, ironically, we lost the water in our place. The Mysterious Chinese Woman set out some bowls to collect some rainwater. I laughingly asked her how much she thought she could collect, an inch or two, maybe.

Was I Ever Wrong


It looked like we got about three or four inches in just over an hour. It came down in sheets. Luckily the water came back on and after a brief electrical black-out it was back to normal. Good thing too because the people where I stay, Blue Seas, were having a potluck dinner that night.

Usually we hold it on the poolside deck, but that was out of the question. Thankfully the managers of Bite Me!, the restaurant and bar right across from us and on the beach let us use their facilities.

At least one brave soul was facing down the elements and was out in the surf fishing.

Brave Or Foolish


I actually saw the surf breaking over his head while he was out there. You can see he had plenty of company though. That is a flock of pelicans that you see in the background and they were fishing as well.

Here are a few pictures of our little get-together. I made deviled eggs, but they were gone before I got a picture of them. The Mysterious Chinese Woman made chili and that was a hit as well.

Marie, The Mysterious Chinese Woman and Morris


Pete And Ira


Ira and his wife live here full time. He was born in Brooklyn (I think) and spent time in Texas. He is Jewish so naturally I asked him if he was a fan of Kinky Friedman. It turns out he was and even saw him with his group, The Texas Jewboys, at the Lonestar Cafe in Manhattan. I used to frequent that place myself, but never saw the Kinkster. Sadly, the Lonestar Cafe is now gone and I often wonder where the giant Iquana that once graced its roof now resides.

It turns out that Ira and I had also read all of Kinky Friedman's mystery novels that were typically set in and around Manhattan's lower eastside back in the day when it was a bit of a no-man's land.

General Crowd Shots






Everyone had a good time, as usual. Always fun to party with the people who stay here and taste the delicacies that they prepare. Our Bite Me! hosts even graciously donated a large pitcher of frozen margaritas to start the party off on the right note.

It is beautiful morning today, and the prospects look good for another lovely day. We are having a bunch of people over for Italian sphaghetti tonight. The Mysterious Chinese Woman will do the cooking and I am responsible for getting the wine and making the margaritas. I think I will make my ginger/lime specials.

Oh, the other night a few of us stopped by one of my favorite little bars here in Puerto Vallarta, La Gloria de Infierno. Poor Bill, he just can't drink with the Bar Man and The Mysterious Chinese Woman

Someone Just Roll Me Home


He claimed he was just tired.