TIL As a publicity stunt, the Hacienda casino in Las Vegas in 1958 paid a slot machine mechanic to continuously fly around in a modified Cessna 172. Not only did the pilot and co-pilot set the flight endurance record, the record still stands today as 64 days 22 hours and 19 minutes.
My sister is downtown hearing gunshots running for her life and there is no news coverage what the fuck is going on down there ROUTE 91 HARVEST FESTIVAL A video of the concert being interrupted by gunshots. 9:34AM 10/2/2017 MOVING EDITS UP HERE TO THE TOP. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A LOVED ONE: 1-866-535-5654 FAMILY REUNIFICATION CENTER: Metro Headquarters at 400 South MLK Blvd Building B Donate blood at United Blood Services at 6930 W Charleston or 601 Whitney Ranch Dr. PLEASE DONATE BLOOD. Confirmed info: One shooter , 64 year old man , shot from the 32nd floor of the Mandalay Bay into the festival. He then turned the gun on himself after 10-15 minutes of shooting. He has 8-10+ rifles in the room with him. Man is from Mesquite (not Las Vegas) , Nevada , and is said to have operated alone. The alleged man with a rifle walking in the Bellagio employee entrance was CONFIRMED TRUE, it was a good Samaritan, trying to help, in the least helpful way. The man just had his guns on him , and took of to try and save lives. The thoughts were right, the process was not. Reports of gunfire from anywhere BUT the Mandalay Bay are false, all shots originated from the Mandalay. Again: Shooter acted alone, and it is believed his girlfriend was not involved. As of right now, 9:39am the casualties are 58 people killed, and 500+ injured, in the deadliest Mass Shooting in American history. There are plenty of videos of the gunfire, before during and after, however I do not feel the need to keep linking them here. Thank you everyone for your thoughts, prayers and compliments. I do not see myself a hero im just a 19 year old kid he needed his sister alive and home, though there were many REAL heroes on the strip last night, people assisting in loading the injured to hospitals, officers and LVMPD and LVPD came together to neutralize any threats, and save as many people as we could. This is a tragic day I will certainly never forget, and I urge everyone to fully read my live edits below, as even now as I look back through them, it still scares me to relive the panic I was in trying to locate my sister. I might reiterate my story and my sisters below, but don't count on it yet. There is a lot more to her story and I'm not fully willing to ask her if I can tell the whole world about it. Lastly, I'd like to comment on my lack of confirm able information: Anything I said was "CONFIRMED" was information I was hearing off the Police Scanner, or information off the news. Much of this was later unconfirmed, but during the live events I felt it was best to be posting ALL information from the event so that if anything was true, people would know where NOT to go. The Rifleman in Bellagio was true, and I didn't want anyone running there, even though the guy wasn't involved. I was doing my best to condense as much information as I could, and i was not totally accurate. To those saying: "don't post the live details of police" I really don't think if you're the shooter(s) in this event, the first thing you're doing is updating Reddit, but if youre being shot at, you might be checking Reddit for a "what the fuck where do i go whats going on" update. ( First gun shots were 10:08 PM. I believe this post was at 10:11 PM, it was posted before officers arrived, and before there was anything on the Scanners. First EDIT was around 10:17 or 10:18, and the edits there after were about a minute apart until the 10:29 Edit where i started using Timestamps. ) EDIT: SAYING IN MANDALAY HOTEL ROOM SHOOTING DOWN EDIT: SISTER SAYING GUNSHOTS HAVE SLOWED/STOPPED. EDIT: POLICE SCANNER SAYING MULTIPLE DOWN/DEAD. FOX5 REPORTING ACTIVE SHOOTER. 32nd FLOOR MANADLAY SECURITY GUARD SHOT. 32ND FLOOR OF MANDALAY OF POLICE SCANNER 29-32ND FLOORS 10:29 : POLICE SCANNER 2-4 SHOOTERS SOME OFFICERS PINNED DOWN 10:30 MY SISTER SAYS A TRUCK RAN THRU THE AIRPORT GATE SHE IS NOW ON THE TARP RUNNING TO SUNRISE HOSPITAL AT THE AIRPORT 10:31 POLICE SCANNER TALKING PEOPLE RUNNING THRU MCARREN ON THE RUNWAY (my FUCKING SISTER) 10:32 POLICE SCANNER TRUCKS LOADING PEOPLE INJURED TO HOSPITAL. BLACK CHEVY?? 10:34 WHY THE FUCK ISNT THE NEWW COVERING THIS 10:35 POLICE AT CONVENTION CENTER MOVING TO FIRST FLOOR 10:35 FOX NEWS SHOWS FUCK TON AMBULANXES AND POLICE. POSSIBKE ACTIVE SHOOTER. POSSIBLE MULTIPLE FATALITIES 10:35 VEGAS BLVD CLOSED. 10:38 POLICE SCANNER SYAS NO SHOTS 10-15 MINUTES 10:40 FOX 5 CONFIRMED 1 ACTIVE SHOOTER, UNCONFIRMED 2+ SHOOTERS 10:42 MOTEL 6 ON TROP OLDER WHITE MALE WENT INTO MOBILE HOME TROPICANA MOTEL 6 STAY AWAY COBALT AND TROPICANA WHITE RV WHITE MALE WITH A BLACK BAG 10:45 NORTHERN MOST ROOM OF 32ND ROOM MANDALAY BAY 10:47 SCANNER SAYS TWO SCENES. INJURED PERSONEL 10:49 RENO AND TROP 10:51 NSFW VIDEO SOUND OF THE SHOTS https://youtu.be/bobkg9-hGtE 10:53 CONFIRM TWO SHOOTING MANADALAY AND PARKIGN GARAGE?? 10:55 NO GUNSHOTS AT LUXOR CONFIRMED. MY SISTER IS AT THE AIRPORT 10:56 SCANNER KEEPS COMFIRMING MANY SHOT MANY INJURED 10:59 at least 8 critical injuries on scanner in last T minutes. Many going to Sunrise Hospital 11:00 2 LOCATIONS CONFIRMED AT MANDALAY BAY AND ALI BABA 11:02 so many injuries being confirmed on the scanner. 11:03 FOX5 News says All clubs are closed and locked down. My sister is MGM employee her boss says ALL MGM properties ( all the strip really ) is on LOCKDOWN. STAY SAFE PLEASE 11:05 scanner just said 3 shooters UNCONFIRMED. HACIENDA AND TROP/ VEGAS ?? Has bodies / shooters. Not sure when last shots were fired. Tropicana Offramp Is CLOSED 11:06 so many fucking injuries being reported. SCanner says multiple 419's? Scanner saying DO NOT WORRY ABOUT INJURED, NEUTRALIZE THREAT. WHITE CAR DRIVING DOWN VEGAS TOWARS MANDALAY 11:07 OFFICERS OUTSIDE ALLEGED SHOOTER ROOM AT MANDALAY. SO MANY INJURED BEING REPORTED. 11:09 FOX JUSTSHOWED VIDEO OF THENSHOTS. LIKE 80 SHOTS FIRED, PROBABLY RELOADED TWICE , SOUNDED AUTOMATIC 11:11 VIDEO BEFORE AND DURING SHOOTING HOLY SHIT. https://twitter.com/davidsakach/status/914730995147870208 11:13 NYNY SHOOTER IS HEADING TO THE EXCALIBUR 11:13 my sister saying airport feeling unsafe maybe more gunmen fuck fuck fuck 11:15 HEARING MORE SHOTS MORE SHOOTERS MANDALAY BAY. ALI BARA. NYNY GOING TO EXCALIBUR. 11:16 BLACK DUALIE POSSIBLE CHEVY RIPPED OUT OF EXCALIBUR. PLEASE BE SAFE GUYS 11:17 SAYING LUXOR I AM READING ALL COMMENTS AND ADDING TOCTHOS PLEASE KEEP COMMENTING HELP ME KEEP PEOPLE SAFE 11:19 KEEP SAYING MORE SHOOTERS PLEASE BE SAFE 11:20 TROPICANA 11:22 STRIKE TEAMS CLEARING MANDALAY 32 29 and CASINO FLOORS. Teams on starwells 11:24 UNCONFIRMED SUSPEDT DOWN MANDALAY BAY 11:25 WHITE RV ON SCANNER AGAIN 11:26 REDDIT LIVE THREAD IS UP BUT IM STILL UPDATING POLICE SCANNER AND MY FUCKING SISTER 11:26 MANY CALLS FOR MEDICAL STILL 11:28 ONE SHOOTER FOUND DEAD MANDALAY ?? FOUND ?? 11:30 IM LOSING SCANNER. GOING FROM COMMENTS FOR NOW. SISTER MOVING FURTHER INTO AIRPORT. NEWS KEEPS SAYING ONE SHOOTER BUT SCANNER CONFIRMING WAY MORE 11:34 UNCONFIRMED SHOTS AT PARIS. MEDICS BEING SHOT AT TROPICANA. 11:37 CAESAR AND BELLAGIO MAYBE 11:39 SHOTS CONFIRMED EVERYWHERE. ALSO COMFIRMED NO SHOTS ANYWHERE. CHAOS PEOPLE. ITS CHAOS. ASSUME SHOTS EVERYWHERE STAY SAFE. outside world , assume shots only Mandalay Ali baba and Tropicana. Maybe NYNY and maybe Excalibur 11:41 LOTS OF MISINFO. SCANNER CONFIRM NO SHOTS NYNY BUT SHELTER IN PLACE. NO SHOTS NY NY 11:42 MAN WITH RIFLE ENTERS BELLAGIO. CONFIRMED POLICE SCANNER. 11:44 BELLAGIO EMPLOYEE ENTRANCE RIFLE CONFIRMED. 11:46 I'm hearing way less injury , way more negative gunshots. 11:47 I AM LEAVING I AM GOING TO GET MY FUCKING SISTER. I CAN NO LONGER UPDATE. PLEASE BE SAFE GUYS Freeways are dead, cops all over. UPDATE 12:15 215 IS CLOSED BY AIRPORT FUCK OP is wlive. Got my sister. OP is home and safe. One suspect down. Two dead. 1:34 METRO PRESS CONFERENCE. 20+ DEAD. 100+ INJURED. TWO SUSPECTS DEAD ONE DETAINED. ONE POC. ALL THREATS ARE REPORTED NEUTRALIZED. My story: sister was 20 ft from the stage, texted us immediately "gunshots." She hid behind a bar, had ricochets hitting the bar, thought shooter was on floor coming closer. She ran out, someone hooked their truck to a fence and pulled it down. She jump through the fence with her boyfriend , and they ran to a private airport thing. Stole a golf cart, got a bunch of people to safety. I left to get her , she made it to just north of McCarran airport , I broke some laws to get there , but pulled in and grabbed my sister her boyfriend , his aunt and 4 other girls piled into my car. One girl was shot in the leg . Dropped the 4 girls off with a friend of theirs at the airport, drove to fire station 19 and dropped his aunt with his uncle there. Drove home , and currently am at home. That's the jist. I may update more details. I am a 19 year old UNLV student. She is 21. Thank you everyone for your kind words and helping the information flow. I apologize for inaccuracies throughout the night and I'm just glad it's all over. Goodnight everyone. See you in class tomorrow ! 9:04am : I'm awake now, reading some comments and replying. I've calmed down quite a bit , but what a stressful night. I'll update with any confirmed info I can find 9:34am: Moving edits to the top now.
[Begin Part 2 of 4.] “But here’s the skinny. I’m going back to Houston for a while and do the family thing. I think we’re going to go to Greece and fuck around the islands for a month or two. Go on a cruise, drink and eat too much, be Dad and Husband to my beleaguered family, that sort of shit.” “And then?” “Here’s where it gets fun. I’m going to send down my UAZ-2206 4WD van and my IMZ-Ural motorcycle that I’ve had since Russia, but never had the chance to dick around with. You’re going to make them all mechanically good and cosmetically pretty and then we’re going to have some seriously large fun when I get back in-country.” “No shit. You really have a Uaz?” “Straight from Ульяновский автомобильный завод (the Ulyanovsk Automobile Plant) on the Volga.” “What’s your Ural motorcycle; I mean, what model and year?” “It’s an indeterminate year, but post [Great Patriotic]-war. It’s the M-70 with the newer 1100cc engine.” “That’s going to be fun to fuck around with. What do you want me to do in your absence?” “Go nuts. Can’t fuck-up that what’s already fucked. I mean, the bike is still in its factory shipping crate and the Uaz is factory-fresh Mr. Yuck gray-green drab. I’m going to load the bike into the van, and stick them both in a container. Gonna call them “drilling adjuncts” (Hey. They were destined to be field transportation, so I’m not lying…much) and get them hot-shotted down here within 2 weeks. Get creative, let yourself go crazy. Carte blanche time; within reason, of course.” “Of course…” I haven’t seen a grin like that since my last re-reading of the London Times Illustrated ‘Alice through the Looking Glass’. So, I bade South America a temporary Adios, traveled back to Houston to a completely delighted family. Since the kids were out of school on break, we did the Mediterranean cruise thing (bloody things have on-board casinos, now I have to go back to work…) and basically went tourist for 5 or so weeks. Returned home, sorted out the kids transport back to their European private schools, and stocked up the freezer with a side of fine Wisconsin corn-fed Black Angus, sweet corn and bratwurst. My prime marital unit had decided to take on the geology teaching job she was offered at one of the local junior colleges so she could break out of her 6-skein a day knitting habit. I had arranged for the Uaz and Ural to be shipped before we left for Greece’s sunny shores, and had received a cable that Hoder had taken delivery of them a scant 8 days after they left the Port of Houston. I couldn’t wait to see what his fertile, brilliant, and decidedly warped mind had come up with during my absence. I bade my family goodbye and flew back to that place where I had worked just a scant 8 weeks previous. Hoder met me at the airport in my Uaz. I was not prepared for this. The interior had been completely re-upholstered in the finest full grain leather (the type you can sit on during the summer in shorts and not fry your ass off), a hand-carved Raintree wooden dash with all inset gauges, a killer cobbled-together megawatt sound system blaring Mariachi music. It was all surrounded by an exotically polychromatically garishly graphic exterior Pre-Colombian mural which not only wrapped around the vehicle, but told some explicitly gory, period-accurate Aztec historically-accurate saga. He had bored-out the engine, juiced it up, added nitrous and installed a tap system for refreshment on long journeys (like from work to the hacienda). The van also sported a sink, fridge, table, seating which turned into beds and air conditioning that would remind one of the van’s Uralian heritage. It was, by any standard, a violent work of art. “God damn, Hoder. You’ve really outdone yourself. I can scarcely imagine what you did with the Ural.” “I’m still working on it so you’re going to have to wait a while. I farmed-out most of the van work to some locals I know, but I’m doing the bike mostly on my own. They are very pleased that you have come back so they can be paid…” “Yeah, sure. What are we talking about here?” “Don’t worry. It’s less than you expect. These folks wanted the work to show off their talents, earn a little extra scratch, and I purchased or fabricated all the parts needed. I had one cousin do the upholstery, and one thing lead to another, as it does down here. That cousin had a cousin who is a mechanic, another cousin does interiors, one more is a wood carver, and another is a painter. If you believe they truly have all those cousins, it’s really just a family affair.” “Don’t care, it’s a gem. I’ll feel like a manic extrovert driving the thing around Houston, but at least it has the novelty of being one of a kind. It’s going to be fun at Texas car shows.” “It’s already been in the local papers. But, then again, just about anything out of the ordinary makes the news here. Last week, there was front-page coverage of a thunderstorm.” Hoder banned me from his workshop until he finished my bike (“With a sidecar‽” he exclaimed). He had subcontracted out some of the work, and I had to make scarce whenever one of the local cousins came by to drop of this or that part. In the meantime, I had to spend more time out on the rigs making certain any new crew were fully indoctrinated, received their PPEs and knew my rig version of the “Score”. I also now had my own office in the National Oil Company’s building, so I could hold court for various meetings out of the earshot of the droning diesels. I also had more administrative tasks to handle, as I now had to deal with everything from surface location preparation clear through to TD and hook-up. That meant much more time on the phone trying to source rigs, rig hands, bits, mud, chemicals, pipe, and myriad other machinations needed to drill some deep exploration wells. I also had to tend to tendering and be the contact for contracts on operations, a job I truly loathe and despise. However, with my particular rank at this point, I could hire on the hands needed for various unpleasant jobs I wished to farm out. So, the notice went out for several diverse positions. I needed, apart from Sr. Friday, another Personal Assistant to handle the daily grind of meetings, calls and appointments. I needed people for this, folks for that, and still more able bodies for some other things. Unemployment was rife in the country, so there was serious competition for any and all jobs that popped up. I wasn’t hiring any Senior Professionals here, but needed a boatload of literate, semi-skilled people who weren’t afraid to do some serious work and possibly get their hands dirty. That meant tiring interviews and even more tiring evaluations and exhausting choices. I dragged back to the hacienda one sultry Thursday, plopped down my wellsite case (a large carpet-salesman’s sample-size case that I kept everything necessary for immediate trips rig-side…y’know: calculators, hydraulic slide rules, graph paper, well files, Leroy pens, cigars, my trio of traveling liquor flasks; just the absolute bare minimum), hit the comfy chair with a thud and pleaded for immediate rehydration. Carlos, a crazy local kid who had been hanging around so much, I thought he actually came with the house; scampered to the well-appointed kitchen and expertly poured me my usual Dr. Texas Oilman’s Long-Hard-Day-At-The-Office-Drink: a frosty tall cold corn beer laced with just the right amount of vodka cum rocket fuel. “Here you are Sr. Rock. Would you like a cigar?” “Carlos, nothing more would please this tired old fart than one of my cigars. Please, if you would be so kind.” Carlos runs to my room, fetches said cigar, clips it and hastens back with the stogie and a new lighter. “Where the hell did this monstrosity come from? It looks like a pregnant tire pump.” “Oh, my cousin make things like that. I thought you would like it…” “Carlos, it’s just the tits. I didn’t see it in the light. That is so cool, it’s going on my desk back in Houston”, as I hand him 150K Bolivars, “Here, have your cousin gin up another couple of lighters for me. I need some presents for folks back home. If there’s any leftover (which I knew there would be), that’s for you.” “Si, muchos gracias, Jefe.” “You let me know if it’s going to be more expensive, now. You hear?” “Si, si. Need another cerveza, Senor?” “Carlos. Since you’ve known me, have I ever said ‘no’ to that question?” Carlos grins manically and runs off to the kitchen. Hoder is snickering, “Jesus, Rock. You look like I feel. What’s the malfunction?” “Awww, fuckbuckets, Hoder. I’m interviewing probably every local in a 1000 kilometer radius for these scut jobs (meant most deferentially) I need done. I’ve had everything from fishermen to charwomen to God-knows-what apply. I’d really like to hire more of them on, but there’s just finite resources…” “God damn, you’re talking like a fucking administrator. CARLOS! Hurry with that beer.” “Yeah, I know and I hate this part of the job. It’s a necessary evil and I hate to turn down anyone, they all come with such heart-wrenching personal stories. I wish I could hire more, but for the most part, they’re pretty understanding when I have to reject them.” Pause for the pause that refreshes. Lip smackin’ fuckin’-A, buckwheat… “However, there was this one goombah. Some fuckin’ skinny-ass shithook, early 20’s, real attitude. Just exuded a real strong negative vibe. Acted like he was the smoothest thing since lithiated axle grease. Didn’t score too well on any of the aptitude tests and was only interested in the money. Real off-putting, in a greaser (meant literally, not pejoratively) sort of way. He got real nasty and rowdy when I told him to fuck off. Had to have security bounce his ass out the door and off location.” Hoder sits up, and with furrowed brow asks “Was this kid sort of leathery; I mean leather vest and the like?” Pausing to reflect, “Yeah, now that you mention it. Slicker than a Go-Devil, dressed all in black with a leather vest and pointy leather kill-a-cockroach-in-the-corner shoes. Thought it sort of odd here in the tropics, but hell, I hire on brains and attitude, not beauty or fashion sense.” “Oh, fuck. I hoped this wasn’t going to happen.” “Shit. Now what?” “That, my friend, was a member of the ‘Choads’; a local street gang of wanna-be gangsters, look-at-me-and-tremble semi-toughs and generally unpleasant little shit-stains. Sometime back, they would show up here and try to strong-arm their way into some free booze or guns. I had to beat the living ever-lovin’ dogshit out of a couple of them and basically threaten them with extinction if they ever showed up again. We’ve had a basic truce for years. I am not pleased at this turn of events.” “Continue. I don’t think I have the full picture here.” Now giving Hoder my undivided attention. “These little bugfuckers are trying to intimidate you into giving them jobs. They can’t and won’t do shit but steal everything that’s not nailed down. Then they’ll try to run some sort of stupid money-extraction protection racket on the locals working for the company.” “Great, now you tell me. Don’t you think that was some mission-critical Intel you neglected to inform me of…?” “I had hoped they just disappeared, but evidently not. Tread lightly with these ass wipes.” “I don’t intend to tread on anyone. Unless they get in my way or between me and the brewery.” “Sage words, El Rock. Sage words.” Back at work, contrary to my usual preferences, I gave notice that every resume, CV or application must carry with it a recent passport-sized picture. I also had a one-way window installed in my office overlooking my office’s anteroom. I wanted to get a good look at the general population I was going to interview before they ever set foot in my working space. This worked well enough, as I only had to buzz my PA and say “Tell Goofball #2 that the position’s been filled. Sorry.” This kept the influx of thugs at a minimum. Unfortunately, word got out that I was “profiling”, and this years before it became TSA fashionable. There was the usual grumblings and grousing, but most all rejects took it well enough, bitched a while and took their leave. Until one fine Friday afternoon. I had finished a grueling day of this-ing and that-ing, keeping the rig turning to the right, calling vendors, hollering for coffee and looking over the last few positions to fill when I was driving out of the gate to head to the hacienda for a long-awaited bout of debauchery. I hadn’t gone 1000 meters, when some dark-clothed, but not leathered, character standing next to a dilapidated Toyota Sunny flagged me to a stop. I parked in front of the character, and sauntered over to see what the commotion was. “Buenos tardes. Need some help? What’s up?” “You are Dr. Rocknocker of the (National Oil Company)?” “Yeah. And?” “Well, I wanted a job on the rigs there and I was told no.” “That happens. Sorry, we have a limited number of jobs available and we need to take only the most qualified…” “I’m qualified, motherfucker.” He whips out one of those ridiculous butterfly knives and inexpertly goes through a short St. Vitus Sabre Dance to show me just how much business he means. “What?” I chuckle, “Is that supposed to intimidate me?” “I’ll cut you, motherfucker.” I rip off my left glove and thrust my stumpy and keloidal thumb and pinky at him in a most threatening Shaka maneuver. “And I’ll club you to death with this, you greasy little scumbag. Go on, go home before I lose my coolness and decide to decorate my walls with your skinny spotty hide.” He gulped a bit and actually thought better than to get any more uppity with a large, loud and malformed Gringo. “Take a hike, you little fuckstain. You come around me or my company again, and I’ll have security feed you whole to the dogs.” Wobbling back to his vehicle, I see there’s a couple more of his ilk in the backseat. They’re going on in machine-gun Spanglish, pointing at me, where I hear the refrains of ‘puto’, ‘Chinge tu madre’ and ‘pendejo’ drifting my direction. I go to my Uaz and pull out a ¾-meter length of very stiff 440 VDC cable I had left over from the water well escapade and asked if anyone wanted a nice collection of bruises and contusions. Just hike your ass over here and I’ll fill your order, pronto-like. In a flurry of rust and blue-exhaust, they try (and fail miserably) to peel out, shouting dark threats and epitaphs in my direction. “Piss off, hairdressers.” I grumble to myself, as I return to my steed, toss in the cable and head hacienda-ward. “Fuckin’ asswipes.” I arrive at La Hacienda de Hoder in a most foul humor. Carlos must be clairvoyant, or just knows me too well, and has a clipped cigar and frosty tall cold Yorshch waiting on the table next to my comfy chair. Hoder was nowhere to be found, so I ask Carlos “Where’s the Boss Fella?” “Sr. Rock, Sr. Hoder is in his workshop. You want I should go get him?” “Nahh, Carlos. Thanks anyways. Can you get me another beer? It’s been a fucker of a day.” “No shit, Sr. Rock? I’ll get that fucking cerveza mas rapido for you…” We have got to start watching our language around the kids, I see. Carlos, true to his word, brings me back a tall cold new frosty. Then he tells me some really gut-wrenchingly disturbing news… “Sr. Jefe. I have to tell you, that cigar was the last one in you humor-door box.” “Humidor, Carlos, humidor. Aww, shit… [oops], I mean, um, ‘darn’. And the weekend’s coming up. The Tabacalera is already closed…” “Sr. Rock. My cousin is world’s greatest cigar maker. I can get you some if you want.” “Carlos, you’re a lifesaver. You know what I like.” I hand him far too many Bolivars for the task, and tell him “Race like the wind. Grab one of the bicycles and go on your mercy mission.” “Si, si, jefe!” and with that, he’s gone with the Schwinn. A short while later, Hoder comes back and yells for Carlos. “Ah, he’s gone to get me some cigars…” “From his cousin, the world’s best cigar maker? “ “Yep. You know him? “ Shaking his head, “I know all of them…” Tito was another of the herd of kids we had hanging around the house so he was volunteered to get Sr. Hoder his long-hard-day-at-the-office drink. I asked Tito if he knew what Yorshch was, he replied in the affirmative, and I had him hie off to the kitchen swiftly for a refill. “The fuck, Rock? Triples? Bad day at the salt mines?” I relate some of the day’s folderol, and re-count my little run-in with the Choads. “I told you to avoid these asswipes.” “How the fuck was I to know? I thought he might need a ride or something. I was just playing Ugly American Good Samaritan when he pulls this stupid little trick knife thing on me.” “How’d it end?” “Thanks, Tito”, I take a long pull on number three, and reply “I ran their asses off. One look at this (raise hand) and they kind of lost their appetite for confrontation.” “Damn, that’s not good. We’re going to have to double down on security. Want a sidearm? “ “That bad?” “Could be…” “Nahhh, I haven’t had to kill anyone for years . Not about to start again now.” “Your call, but if you change your mind…” Just then, Carlos straggles in, bloodied and beaten-up. “The fuck! Carlos! Are you OK, little buddy? Fall off the bike? Hit by a car?” “No, senor. I got your cigars and some Choads saw me and took my bicycle. They asked all sorts of questions, hit me and pushed me around. But I kicked them real hard in the cojones like Sr. Hoder taught us and ran all the way here.” “What sort of questions?” “Why Sr. Rock no give them jobs and…” I growl, “OK, now I’m really angry.” Carlos continues, “They also say they are going to make you pay if you don’t give them jobs. I’m scared.” Hoder, unknown to me, slipped out and returned with a first-aid kit. He got Mamasita, another house fixture, to tend to Carlos’ wounds and handed me a smallish aluminum case. “Now you want this? “ Inside was a gleaming Colt 1911 .45 caliber nickel-plated pistol. “Yeah, just for a little while., though. I’ve got to call my wife and have her send a few items from home in the Diplomatic Bag…” Over the weekend, things remained quiet. I held a little barbeque fiesta for Carlos and his family. I wanted them to know we’re on top of the situation and we’re going to take measures to make certain things are copacetic. I spoke with the local Policia, and even the Federales, and filled them in on the recent goings-on. I also invited them over to Hoder’s for some barbeque and beer. Best to keep your friends close… …and your enemies even closer. The upshot was, that even with my generous contributions to the local Policeman’s Ball and Federal Security Services, they couldn’t guarantee protection and advised me that if I was that concerned, I should return from whence I came. Well, so much for diplomacy. The ball was firmly in our court. And I was getting more and more pissed every passing day. I applied for, and was granted, a special concealed carry permit (due to the outback conditions of the wells I was drilling). Even though they couldn’t acknowledge our little fracas with the local gang, they fully understood that I wanted a smidgen of personal protection. That smidgen arrived the in the next Diplomatic Pouch. My wife broke my personal arsenal out of mothballs. She had sent me my Sig Sauer .380 back-up pistol ankle gun, and my main defense weapon, a Glock 10mm, along with a few other incidentals. She also thoughtfully included a couple boxes of Dragon’s Teeth hollow-point rounds in the appropriate calibers and a personal note to ‘be careful, roll left, and to remember to aim for center mass’. I do love her so much. “OK, Hoder. I’m all set. Let’s go hunting…” “Steady on, boy. Patience. Let the little fuckholes tip their hands and come to us. Let us retain the home court advantage.” “I guess you’re right. Carlos back?” “Yeah, he’s around here somewhere.” “CARLOS!” He pops up from behind a chair and asks what I want. “If you ever see any more one of those Choads, run back here and tell me or Hoder. Never get close to them and avoid them as much as possible. And while you’re at it, get me a Yorshch and Hoder whatever he wants, please. Have anything in the fridge for yourself if you want.” Hoder muses, “Well, that’s good thinking. We play the waiting game. Keep to our schedules, and at least one of us should be around the place whenever and if ever we’re needed.” I add, “Yeah. Maybe. Can I go out and kill them just a little, please?” I was still volcanically pissed at them for roughing up Carlos. “Not yet. Patience. Patience.” “OK, OK. Your turf, here you’re the hookin’ bull.” “That’s right. Let them come to us on our home turf.” I wasn’t going to argue, but thought a little display of firepower might be in order for anyone lurking around taking notes. We set up a target range just to the back of the hacienda and spent a fair amount of time destroying bottles, cans and caricatures of greasy semi-tough bad guys. I persuade Hoder to open up his weapons locker and we could have a little fun with some of his more esoteric toys. The 40mm grenade launcher was great fun, but made a serious mess. Took us over an hour to shovel the backstop back in place. The South African gauge-of-12 Street Sweeper shotgun was a nosily efficient way to dispose of many, many boxes of 3” Magnum turkey loads. He had some make or another of .338 Lapua-chambered Squad Automatic Weapon (SAW). Kicked like a country mule, but put one hell of a lot of high-speed heavy lead downrange and took meat at both ends. It sounded like World War V for a couple of hours, and anyone within 10 kilometers distance knew that this was one place with which you didn’t want to fuck. Or so we thought. Little annoyances started to build up. First, it was some of Hoder’s chickens that went missing. Every once in a while, a fox or feral dog got in and made off with a chicken, but that was nature for you. But lately, more and more seemed to just evaporate. Then, one morning, we found a gutted capybara out by the brewery shed. Someone was trying to send us a message it seemed. Then, one weekend, the water gave out. I took a ration of shit from Hoder about my well drilling abilities, so we sauntered out to the well to see the electrical box had been vandalized and someone had tried, but failed, to pry open the well. “OK, Sr. Hoder. Fuck patience, I’m going to go out and shoot me some of these bastards.” “Now, now. Just cool out. We can fix this and still not blow our cover. These are just middling pranks, nothing to get all frothy about. We still have the home court advantage, and we’ll just wait them out. Then we’ll have the upper hand.” “Ok, against my better judgement, I’ll refrain from any military response. You’re still the jefe on these matters.” Everything calmed down for a week or two, and there was no more attacks or animal injustices. That weekend, I had decided to go out to the rig early for one of my much beloved by the crew surprise inspections. I decided to just park my gaudy Uaz outside instead of the garage. I locked it up tight, ambled in for a nightcap and preparation for tomorrow’s journey. It was all quiet on the western front until about 0300. FAGROON! There was this massively monstrous window-rattling explosion. I had no idea what was going on, so I pulled on my waiting coveralls and boots (old rig traditions die hard) grabbed my Glock and ran to the front room. Most everyone in the house were awakened by the blast and ran to see what was happening as well. “Holy fuck, Hoder. What the fuck…?” Hoder motions over to the curtained window. Then I saw the flames. Against what should have been my better judgement, I threw open the front door to see my brilliant Uaz van, the one that Hoder and company had so meticulously transformed, burning merrily along, being fully consumed by intense crimson and orange flames; black smoke billowing. I turn slowly to face my friend and in a low steady voice and glacial tone: “Hoder. Fuck patience. This. Means. War. It’s payback time.” “Doc, you’re right. The time for inaction has passed…” Hoder broke out all his military training, especially that of covert intelligence and psychological operations. La Hacienda de Hoder was gearing up for combat. “…But not right now.” Hoder continues. [End Part 2 of 4.]
After reading a bunch of posts here and elsewhere about Yucatan and going on our trip, I wanted to give some feedback to help people's future trips. Saturday Flew JetBlue from New York to Cancun because we got a good deal. Flight was delayed a few hours, but we got some travel credits, which was much appreciated. The original plan was to pick up a rental car from Hertz at the airport, but due to the flight delay, they were closed when we arrived. However we reserved the car through AmEx, and they helped move the reservation to pickup the next day. So when we landed, we went straight to the hotel through a cab at the airport. We chose the official partner (maybe SuperShuttle? Forgot to document this). The ride seemed expensive for what it was, but was ultimately fine. We wanted to stay somewhere easy to get to, efficient, clean, and downtown/not in the hotel district, and chose Suites Malecon Cancun. This was a BIG MISTAKE. When we arrived and went into our room, whoever was there previously had smoked in the bathroom and it smelled horribly. Tried to steam/air it out, but only succeeded a little bit. There were stains on the bedspread and lampshade. The air conditioner was difficult to figure out, and ultimately made the room pretty cold. But all this could have been forgiven if the room had sufficient soundproofing. My guess is that the hotel was built in a hurry, and they did a shoddy job. Even though we were on the 14th floor, with the windows closed, metal window gates closed and A/C running, we could still hear the bars across the street. Even worse, there was some kind of fun run event that started before dawn across the street that featured loudspeakers blasting music to get the runners motivated. We could also hear other guests in their rooms talking and when they dropped things on the floor. It was very frustrating not to get any sleep after the delayed flight. Sunday The next annoying hurdle was Hertz. Even though we reserved a car online, they said since we didn't pre-pay, they didn't have to honor the reservation for the car we wanted. All they had available was a Dodge Grand Caravan. It was much bigger than we needed, and ended up costing us more in gas than a regular car would have. But it drove nicely, and the A/C worked well. The drive to Merida was mostly uneventful. Took the tollway most of the trip, which was fast and had no traffic. Got stopped on the Yucatan/Quintana Roo border by a federale. He let us go through without hassle (queue foreshadowing music). Stayed in Koox Art 64 Boutique Hotel in El Centro. Generally a nice place with very helpful employees and lovely pool. Room had good A/C, huge TV, cute patio, large closet, safe, comfortable/pillows, and ceiling fan. Downsides were that there was no bathroom door, not great soundproofing (birds, neighboring children), no fridge in room, and it seemed relatively easy for bugs to get in. The room was upstairs, and there was a shared kitchen and living room downstairs. Checked out Merida en Domingo that day, which was really fun. Traditional dancing, tons of vendors and people around. Had a sopa de lima snack from one of the stands, which was kind of weak. Went for lunch to Manjar Blanco. Very tasty. Tried panuchos, papadzules, and relleno negro. Rest of the day was spent walking around, swimming and checking out thing around town. For dinner, went to Tikin Xic on the north side of town. Food was good, cheap, and the staff was nice. Great botanas and ceviche. The namesake dish was good too. After, checked out the funk/blues jam at Dzalbay. It was decently fun. I guess it's at this point that I'll also mention something that seems pretty obvious, and it's that Merida is HOT. Even in February, it was 90s during the day. And a lot of places don't have A/C, probably because most people are used to it. Monday Lots more walking around and city exploring. Had some breakfast tacos at Taqueria La Lupita. They were excellent. Amazing Cochinita and lechon. So much flavor and fantastic texture. It's cool that Merida had kind of a heyday in the mid 1800s. Paseo de Montejo has a lot of beautiful, ornate old buildings that look like they should be an embassy or something. Checked out some of the large markets as well, at people's recommendations here. Had a hard time figuring out where the "best" places were. The hawkers were kind of aggressive and I wasn't ready for it. Ending up having some Poc Chuc, which was okay but left me wanting. Walked around some more and had some tepache and ice cream, both of which were fine but nothing special. Walked around more, swam more to beat the heat and rested at the hotel. Had some fish tacos at El Fabuloso Pez. Nice presentation, though the place seemed pretty corporate/cookie cutter. Got a little bit sick from the food. Went to Golden Island Casino after, which was disappointing, as it was almost entirely video slots. Took an Uber back to Centro and went to Pipiripau for a drink and it was totally dead. Then went to La Negrita. Bands were playing, people dancing, super fun scene. Had some ceviche, which was uninspiring, but didn't matter. Negrita was great. Tuesday Day trip to Uxmal for ruins. Walked around a bunch. Lots of tourists around obviously, but it was cool. Didn't pay for a guide or tour or anything. Just wandered. Saw some lizards get into an intense fight. Left to go to Hacienda Mucuyche for lunch and the cenote. Lunch was fine, nothing special. Had some salbutes, chips, water and other snacks. The cenote was done as part of a tour group. Kind of felt Disney-ified, but was super beautiful. Wish we had longer to swim around. Went to cenote Kankirixche after, which was also pretty, but the opposite experience. Instead of a guided tour and guides and stuff, you just gave the guy $30MX for a little laminated card. Then you give the card to the guy by the cenote and he just lets you do your thing. Very different experiences, both fun. Got stopped again by federales getting back into Yucatan. They seemed perplexed that I didn't speak Spanish and let me go. Had reservations at Nectar for dinner, but wife got super sick either from lunch or accidentally drinking cenote water or something. Had to cancel the reservation. People at the hotel suggested Uber Eats for delivery, and figured why not. Wanted to see what the burrito was like, and ordered one from La Taque. It came on a paper tray, wrapped in plastic, which was weird, but was very tasty. And huge! No rice either, just meat and cheese wrapped up and grilled a bit. Wednesday Woke up for a taco brunch. Walked to Taqueria Yucatan. Good tacos! Great tortillas! Nice service even though they didn't speak any English, and my Spanish is very limited. The chaya con huevos was excellent. Checked out of hotel and drove to Wayan'e for more tacos. Loved the variety and amazing flavors. I'd read about green chorizo but never eaten it before. Really delicious. Didn't love that they charged me for 6 tacos and only gave me 5, and that the prices on the receipt didn't match the menu. But the food was great, so I wasn't complaining. Started the drive out of Merida to El Cuyo for some beach time. Stopped by Federales, because of course. I booked with Mattias through VRBO, emailed back and forth a few times to confirm details, including within a week of our scheduled arrival, and everything seemed like it was going to be setup for a nice stay. Got into El Cuyo, located the Hacienda, knocked on the door, and another guest let us in. They told me I should message Mattias or his assistant Magally via WhatsApp for the keys. So I messaged Magally and she told me that there were no rooms available. I sent her a photo of my confirmation, but she was not apologetic and offered no alternatives. VRBO had only one other place in El Cuyo, Cabanas El Cuyo. It was super bare bones. Wood plank room, bad lighting, sub par bed & pillows, no A/C, bad water pressure, luke warm shower. If there were neighbors, I would have heard everything the did. But Reyes, the guy running it, was nice enough. And it was right on the beach, so the breeze was great and the view was incredible. Unfortunately, Reyes also suggested getting dinner at Loncheria La Lupita. Got some tacos, gringas and salbutes. I say unfortunately, because maybe it wasn't the cleanest place, because I got really sick from the food. Had a rough night. Thursday Didn't sleep much that night. Decided that it would be nicer outside than inside and rolled around on a lounger for a few hours. Had some water. Ventured into town for some pancakes at Naia Cafe. Right on cue, more Federales show up. These ones were very interested in me and my passport. Took one of the other diner's passports and didn't seem to give it back. Pancakes were mediocre. Could have used some baking soda. Hung out more on the beach. Weather was mid 80s and beautiful. Maybe only two other people within sight on the beach. Totally chill. Originally had an idea to get dinner in Tizimin, but after seeing the roads and lack of lighting, changed plans. Got dinner that night at Chile Gordo. It's run by a nice British woman and very cute. Food is central Mexican/Veracruz in style and good. Walked around El Cuyo some more. Kids were preparing for Carnival the next week. Watched them a bit. Star gazed. Had some night beach. Cooled off at night to upper 70s. Friday Packed up and left El Cuyo. Drove through Yucatan. Got stopped by Federales once again. This guy kept saying there was something wrong with license plates of the rental van. Wouldn't let us go. He said we had to go to Merida for some kind of inspection and similar nonsense. We said we could not do that. Eventually he asked for a bribe. Being that we had to catch a flight, ended up paying and then leaving. He said be careful. Filled up the van, took it back to Hertz. Still waiting to see if they charge anything extra for damage that doesn't exist. Flight home was thankfully uneventful other than that the Direct TV/movies didn't work. So that's about it! Tried to be concise, but got long winded. If you have any questions, I can try to help.
Hola a todos, En mi objetivo de aprender más acerca de cómo gestionar el capital, ya que como muchos otros, nadie en mi entorno es ningún experto, ni es un tema de conversación que aparezca amenudo, más hallá del "La bolsa es un casino", "Lo mejor es comprar una casa para vendealquilar", "No invierto en bolsa porque no quiero perder mi dinero", etc. Durante todo el tiempo que llevo informándome sobre el tema, he llegado quizás a un punto de inflexión que a día de hoy no he sabido resolver, enfrentando las dos estrategias que mejores sensaciones me han causado al leer sobre ellas. Por un lado, la inversión en Fondos Indexados, parece la más "apetecible" si no quieres pasarte el día analizando empresas, tomando tú las decisiones, y en definitiva, un método para invertir y olvidarte de ello, con una rentabilidad adecuada, que te permitirá librarte de la inflación, pero que está lejos de poder aumentar tus ahorros en una cantidad considerable, en un plazo, por ejemplo, de 20 años, aunque de ésto tampoco estoy tan seguro. Otra de las desventajas que le veo, frente a la estrategia por Dividendos, es el hecho de que para disfrutar de lo que vas ganando, llegará el momento en el que tengas que descapitalizarte, y retirar el capital del fondo, aunque supongo que para ésto hay alternativas, como retirar un % determinado cada mes a modo de dividendo, de forma que tus ahorros crecerán a menor ratio, pero empezaras a tener esa especie de segundo sueldo. Por otro lado, está la estrategia por Dividendos, a la cual he llegado a través de los libros de Gregorio Hernández, de invertirenbolsa.info, la cual parece más óptima, en cuanto a rentabilidad y a la forma de obtenerla. Por así decirlo, si se compra una acción de una empresa con el objetivo de su dividendo, podemos decir, en resumidas cuentas, que tenemos dos fuentes de ingreso. 1- El capital que se ha invertido en esa acción, que sigue siendo nuestro, no se ha perdido. Y puede bajar, pero también puede subir, y podemos venderla cuando queramos. Y 2- El dividendo que esa acción nos reporta. A esta estrategia le veo dos claros inconvenientes. El primero es el hecho de tener que analizar personalmente cada empresa, y cuando comprar, y periódicamente, en el caso de quere hacer aportaciones mensuales. Datos que para una persona como como es mi caso, sin ningún tipo de base que asiente estas dos cuestiones, pasarían a ser un poco al azar. El segundo problema es que por cada dividendo obtenido, habría que pasar por Hacienda, lo que reduciría bastante las ganancias, y añadiría el problema de tener que incluir ésto en la declaración de la renta, y e definitiva, la fiscalidad que conlleva seguir una estrategia por dividendos. Quizás la respuesta coherente sería el usar una combinación de ambas, pero entonces, ¿Cuánto % de tu capital deberías tener en cada estrategia, y por qué?. Me gustaría saber por cuál os decantaríais, o si pensais que existe una estrategia mejor para el ciudadano medio (Ni un experto en bolsa, ni un desinformado por completo). EDIT: ¿Es posible FIRE en España, realmente?
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List for a Week in Mexico City. Any additional thoughts?
I created this list from all different types of sources for a week's worth of activities. Thought I'd share with others as well as ask for any additional recommendations for anything I missed that I MUST do? North and Northeast Getting to pyramids by bus - https://sightdoing.net/how-to-visit-teotihuacan-without-a-tou Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe, Plaza de las Américas 1, Villa de Guadalupe, Villa Gustavo A. Madero, 07050 Ciudad de México, CDMX, Mexico Polanco - Northwest Biko (Gatxupa, Basque - Mexican) - Cefebreria El Pendulo Museo Sumaya - museum in Polanco. Free Shopping on Avenida Presidente Masaryk Tianguis (markets) in Parque Lincoln on Saturday El Bajío (traditional Mexican food) Hacienda de los Morales (traditional Mexican food) Pujol (Mexican haute cuisine) Quintonil (Contemporary Mexican) South Frida Kahlo’s House Coyoacan Neighborhood - cathedral, park, fountain Breakfast - Corazon de Maguey Lunch - la cocina de mi mama Cafe el Jarocho - coffee Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México, Ciudad Universitaria • Central Library • Universum • Estadio Olimpico Universitario Chapultec Park Anthropology Museum (9 am - 7 pm) Chapultepec Castle (9 am - 5 pm) National Museum of History Condesa - Central Mexico City Parque El Angel de la Independencia El Borrego Viudo (tacos) La Polar (Birria/Stew) Museo Casa Luis Barragan Roma/Roma Norte - Central El Califa (tacos) La Casa de Toño (pozole/soup) La Casa Gallega (Spanish food) Cafe Toscano - favorite of Eileen (youtuber) Taqueria Los Parados (the ones at Monterrey st. And Baja California St.) - tacos) East National Palace (Palacio Nacional) - free; 1-2 hours Sears Tower (view) - get a coffee? Mexico City Metropolitan Cathedral Rooftop - $1 Palacio de Correos de Mexico - Post Office. Great architecture Palacio Bellas Artes Alameda Central Park Tower Latin American National Art Museum Great Pyramid of Tenochtitlan Zocalo Christmas lights Museuo del Juguete Antiguo Mexicano - Antique Toy Museum - $3 Pastelería Ideal (Pastry) El Huequito (tacos) El Cardenal (traditional Mexican food) Café Tacuba (traditional Mexican food) Casino Español (Spanish food) Correo Español (Spanish food) Meson Puerto Chico (Spanish food) Meson del Cid (Spanish food) El Moro - hot chocolate and churros Lucha Libre Wrestling - $5-ish - Arena Mexico - http://www.thecubsfan.com/cmll/2017/03/03/how-to-check-out-a-lucha-libre-show-while-in-mexico/
Hi people if Reddit. I've known I should post this encounter of mine for you all on this sub for months. I've been slow to, mainly b/c I usually come here to relax and reap the lessons of your tales. I'm a selfish bitch basically haha. My inner nag though, she just couldnt let me shake the feeling that maybe somebody needs to hear my experience for whatever reason. Maybe not, but I believe in giving back what you can when you can. Manners. I know a couple-o-posts I've read on this sub have changed me, educated me to be careful, & invited me in to see the shit that's keeping them up at night. So... here I type in thanks ye authors of letsnotmeet. I tried too keep it from becoming a novel.. I'll start by sharing the fact that a I'm female living in the Pacific NW so you dont picture some Jon lol. I am 30 something years old now; this happend 15+ years ago. I took a would-be summer job south of the US West Coast boarder in Baja Cali. It was a good 10-15 months after HS. I needed a break from my very tight social/family circle of about 30, and if not then, when? FFWD past the exedus and a slow push of paperwork and I am tan and without a care in the sunny state of Baja California Sur Mexico for about a month's time. I had gone down with another chic from my city, Dessy. She had a decade on me age wise, and was in the midst of what could be discribed as being 'the height of her mid-life crisis'. She was accepting of that fact, Im no jury. Seperated from her husband, and father of her two grade-school aged kids, well lets just say she was down there borrowing trouble at every corner. We both had been set-up with a tourism promoting gig with a prime location at the airport in the town over, San Jose del Cabo. RCI prepaid our housing expenses at a hotel about 8 blocks from the pacific ocean in San Lucas which we would have to repay as we earn commission. This was all set up in advance by our beloved mutual friend Joanne. The trip was (expected to be) for a three month period. For her it was just that. I came home 4.5 years later; and only as a direct result of the tragic 9/11. Its ripple effect on tourism left no other option for me - as a non Mexico citizen. Ironic? Perhaps. Thats another story, for a different sub Reddit. The Santa Fe Hotel was quaint, not a 5 star by any stretch, but it was away from the party scene and it was clean. It offers a kidney pool/hot tub too, which was a bonus! I took full advantage of the pool by jumping in fully clothed after work each and every day. :) Also, there is a little store street side, with all the basics: milk, bread, deodorant ... Modelo etc. It even had a lavandoria (laundromat) with maybe three washers and a couple dryers to wash our clothes. Heres a pic. [Santa Fe Hotel] https://goo.gl/images/K41KuA BTW I definately dont remember it being nearly as nice as that pic, at least the seating, it has clearly been upgraded from the plastic lawn chairs that were there at the time. And how they caught a photo opp on the only cloudy day they saw all year is impressive. Our needs were beyond met. Of those first 4-5 weeks in the "Company Housing" my friend and roomate Dessy came home to crash, 3, MAYBE 5 nights in total. I just assumed she was with our mutual friend Jo on most of those nights; they had a history between them dating back to HS after all, and were much, much, closer than I had been to either of them. That assumption I had on her whereabouts was squashed flat when Jo came looking for Dessy on one afternoon. "Dess?, what the hell?! ..she 's not with you?!" I asked "I haven't seen Dess since I took the both of you to finalize your paperwork at the immigration office a week and a half after you arrived in Cabo!" Jo. Explained. "But... I have heard she hangs out at The Love Shack alot, ..I'll check there." she said carefree, to dissarm my wide eyes no doubt. "Let her know she needs to call me if you do see her drop by, ok?" Asked Jo "Kay" I agreed, skeptically. People, (..sigh) where she stayed those nights, those weeks, I had no freaking idea. For the most part, I still don't! (I will say though, we haven't seen each other much in the past ten plus years. Not by accident either. When we had crossed paths, I got a glimps of that dress I used to own or my _____ fillintheblank!! Hmmmm I still have her family photos tho?!) If you can tred through these brief connections between us prior to the meeting with human traffic professionals that she arranged, you might understand how the cluessless find danger. Bare with me. Moving on.... She always showed up to training those first couple weeks, and later on that month she would be there working at the airport. It was in our contract after all. The airport we worked at, the only airport, is 45 min away from the Santa Fe. At times she would show up in the morning to catch the work van in the am with the Villa crew & I, but after the flights were done -poof gone. If she stayed for them all that is. I didnt care really, I didnt know what it was like to be a Mom snd Wife so who am I to judge. She got very defensive and angry when I dutifully probed her about her goings on at night during those first weeks when she did come by The Fe for a change of clothes that afternoon Jo stopped in. Honest. I could have cared less, really! She seemed fine health-wise. Besides, she preferred other Gringos company, and I was there to meet the local people where they were , and they got a kick outta me too lol. However, we often had work obligations, like employment paperwork. The where would be asked. So, this one peticular Saturday she rolls into The Fe for the sake of her own minimum hygene requirements: shit, shower, & shave. At which time she offers what her day off entailed thus far, and even notes specifically that she had met a very nice couple. Odd, she is pitching me. "I think you would like them!" Dessy Says to me through smiling eyes "I hung out with them yesterday, and again last night.. they are super cool!" She says excited. (...Ok, a pattern? She might be slowing her roll?!) I'm thinking to myself. (Naw... she's probably only chattin' it up about this 'nice friendly couple' because she left in thick dramatics of Novela proportions a few nights prior, and without any dispute she was lookin & being pretty fucking reckless!) Was my inner dialog. Reckless even for her. She stormed out without even changing into fresh clothes. Quick stop cut short of its purpose after an exchange of words between us. Broken record skips to where she complained that I had 'offended her' and 'made her sound like a slut' (her words). What was I supposed to say when I was asked about her whereabouts that would please her? Nothing at all is whats ok thats what. Lol We had a love hate relationship, can you tell? Misfits paired momentarily, and forged only through happenchance through third party bonds each honored by the ither just enough to fudge through our missgivings. Heres the duo lol... she a tall masculine Jamie Lee Curtis likeness with a spot on replicated courtney love personality - to my Ani Defranco no bullshit attitude and look minus the anti men crusade. YES Anyway, so shes repeating her line about how nice the couple was- "...and they aren't Mexican, they are from Argentina" they came here on thier fishing boat.." She explains (OH, is shes inviting me out?) I started to put the plot together when.. "They want to meet you" Pops outta her mouth. (Damb. WTF? Why? ...Weird) I'm thinking (A day or three ago we were just in a spat) But Im also kinda relieved so I sucuum to the idea, backing in slowly. It's better to keep the peace. Though I didnt see her often, that doesnt mean she wasnt exhausting to fight with when she was around. On and on she could drag it out with all the 'feelings I gave her' or She '..sees (whatever) emotions I'm emitting' from '(whateva) chakra' blah blah. Yuk. I have three brothers. (Bitch this is Mexico, Im omitting beans through my ass Chakra haha!) So anyway, Im trying so hard to be one of the girls at this stage in my life so I bite my tongue alot (that entire year honestly) And I reply "They do?! Well ok, sure when?" Agreeing to go. "In a couple hours" she replies. (Today?) "Ok, where?" I ask. "The little bar a couple blocks down" Dessy explains. (Bar? Near? Hmm where?) Not picturing where she is speaking of I question her further. "On this same street?" To which she confirms "Yeah". Apologizingly I continue "I dont know where you mean?" (Truely, in the 109+ times Ive walked to the beach in the past month; no bar what~so~ever pops up in my mind) She must be mistaken, small town. "You mean, over a block maybe?" I correct, though Dess ends my 10000 Questions with "Nope". Final answer. I agree to let her show me the way in an bit, though still very skeptical its on our street. It cant be far. There was only ONE stoplight in Cabo at that time! Only a few paved blocks beyond the Transpeninsular HWY, all marina side. We shower, a little makeup is put on the cheeks, I take my hair down for a change, and after a short delay we are off & on our way down the dirt road. Headed south toward the Marina/ocean. When we get a few blocks down Dess, seemingly out of nowhere, stops and announces: "..OoHHhh ..they ..arent ..here yet?" Looking around. (I see only residential in my tunnel vision) hmm (??) "...We ...arent ..there yet either, ..are we?" I chuckle to myself confused. "It's right there -> Dess points to a two story structure 'stuck' between two others - its lost in plain sight. Picture The San Fransico Bay construction style houses. All plastered together. Tight and all but seamlessly; only different, these ones are very very small and duh: Mexico style. So basically you see re-bar rusting at the highest points. The one she is pointing at looks like bottom floor is just one room, but one wall is from the building to its left, and the other is borrowed from the one on the right each its own color. A long bar takes up half the space running from front to back on the right with a tiny opening to get behind it on the far wall which has one shelf with maybe a half dozen bottles. Two/three stools are on the other half of the lower room. That fills the entire bar space. The doorway to enter is on the stool side. Just beyond the stools is a windy circular set of rickety wire stairs leading up to the up to the only other sitting room. It's without the front wall for the most part, gapping hole from about a persons shins to head and te same width. It faces out to us as we stand on the dirt street. No glass window-Hacienda style but with a roof. Painted a drab grey in front, no wonder it was easily missed by me dozens of times over. Easily missed by locals, Im certain of it, solely due to the lifeless grey was painted. A very odd color choice. Thinking back, nothing was accidental about the guise the establishment embodied for its purpose. Now I clearly see, nope, the couple was in fact not there. I could see the entire establishment from where we stood. Though it was built as what appeared to be an afterthought, it probably used to be a sleek alley recently. Now dubbed a "bar" by the owner with a humble driftwood plank hanging above the entrance. Not unlike a treehouse. No bathroom for its own, though a shared makeshift lou communal between the neighboring structures was tucked behind a clothesline curtain. I doubt water was piped in, but could have been. We agree to go in and order a couple beers. The downstairs could only fit two, three patrons tops, so we go up to the second floor. There isnt much to it either, one single low to the floor round table, and four leather & wicker bucket seats traditional to Mexico. Thats it, and it filled the entire space. No shit! There's one bartender, who also doubles as the waitstaff. I assume he is also the owner. He offers two beer choices, we point to our selections and without speaking a word he leaves warm unopened bottles of beer one in front of each of us. Not once catching eyes with me. I brushed it off as him being shy and embarrassed possibly too, maybe it was just that. Nah We get our drinks opened and the couple shows up within a few minutes. Initially they both seem normal as far as appearences go. Picture this: 5'9" or so, olive skin, slender, but not skinny, both of them fit that mold. The pair also shared similar beady eyes, obscured though behind med tinted sunglasses. Like many people we met they had a natural no nonsense hair duo, with no products or perfumes. I doubt deoderant was in there travel packs, either. The woman didnt shave but it wasnt off putting at all. Very heavy accents greeted us. (but from where?) The man was kinda dressed like the crocodile hunter, and the woman who seemed more like a sister than a wife, was also in garb not unlike the Crocs 'Laayydee friend' Tans - khakis - army greens and cargo pockets. Not sure but possibly even workboots or hiking boots, though as I said I cant be sure. As plain and forgetable as the building they had invited us to, so they were -or so they appeared. My whole body went on high alert within minutes of thier arrival. I know, to look at them as I discribed was not alarming. They also had plane names. I remember them to be something like Pat n Jose or simular. Above all, what I noticed right away, was HOW they spoke. It was... Well it was off. Not the accent, ..well that too - but mainly the fact that their broken English was forced. Let me explain, when you spend any amount of time around people who don't have a common language with you, a time comes when either you need something or visa versa. When ut does humanity finds a way for you to communicate without many/any words. Similar to the game charrades, you use your movements, universal gestures, or draw pictures. Basically anything you can do to fill in the gaps. These two - made gaps- gaps that didn't need to be there, if that makes any ioda of sense. One partial sentence that burned in my mind from that afternoon was the woman saying " ..In Ingles how do you say!? ..Uuup?!" Bad acting. The conversation, or better said, script they spat (very cunninly) could be chalked up by me, or anyone with any bit of street smarts for that matter, as a ploy to convince (two dumb white girls from the US) that Mexico makes it super hard and expensive to work, so why bother. With them as our friends we could cut our losses (though funny thing is we never complained or discussed our work requirements with them, we just sat down!) Rest assured they pleaded, we should jump for joy as today we just hit a great fortune in meeting them, our worries were now over. The worries that didnt exist. They tried diligently to persude us with a confident tone and carefull execution (that was to me clearly rehersed) Skipping town (or in this case country) with themto Angentina was a great opprotunity, and a no brainer. Why? Because we were so lucky to have such GOOD friends in them to be able to do so. (Of course! ..Friends?!) Anyone in their right mind would be gratefull and thrilled to have such a great opprotunity?! Right?! They dramatically went on, and on, with "We gat lotsa gas in ow boat, we hook you gurls up! Wone even maku cheep in fo gas our boat, we go gas. Imagina, No mas paypur fees (prepaid by our job) and mucho dinero para passaportes day wantchu pay (Really? We pay 100$ every ten years?!) & FM3's, (ok 900$ every six months to work was a bit taxing but also, prepaid by our hotel so again, not like it was out-of-pocket. Besides we chose to be there!) No problemas gettinchu o'er dare eithr wit we boat!" As they reiterate over, and over, the script, what I'm hearing in my head is Bells, Whistles & Sirens LOUD ONES, the spinning red ones like the cops used to place on thier hoods in old flicks like Dukes of Hazzard. Tea kettles steaming. And more than that, I hear a definate question being asked of myself, and by myself I must consider. 'What did we do to get the royal treatment?!') Jose goes on "... so .. You wone hab tugo tru Customs on mye boat, who like mess wit dem?!" (Easy Peasy huh?!) The Man, this Jose, is about to lose that winning smirk from his olive face as I rebuttle Jose's offer. It's possible yes, that he has mistaken my silence as a surrender to his point. No, actually the fact is now Im in a very, VERY, sarcastic mood -as is my dominant personality in any situation where I am treated like a complete fucking novice. "OH GOOD?!" Sitting up now "SOoo no Passport?!" I look around the table "Cool! , No Migra! ..No checkpoints, or hell, no record?!" I challenge him, wide eyed. By this time the woman knows Im not falling in line with thier pitch so easily and is speaking fast and a hushed tone behind his shoulder to his opposite and sitting back slightly from my line of sight, clearly in response to his erect arm reaching back over her. He begins humbily apologizing to me explaining that I clearly dont understand what he means. Jose leans over like the 'Good Buddy' he is to correct the situation eye to eye. Why of course, that's the trust infusing stance when in business negotiations right? Now softening his tone dramatically. (No way Jose, Im already onto you) I'm also leaning in, but with a nervous grin. I meet his gaze, I probably appeared as cocky though my heart was racing. Again, I chirp out: "So? My last known whereabouts would still be -Mexico" (check) cocking my head aside, finger up (When in Rome) Wait, -if -I -was like IDK ..sick (pause) ..or hurt!? .. (Pause) o'sumthin, ...anything (like - lost or trapped, possibly fucking DEAD!) My family back home would never...even ...know?! If I lost touch for awhile and they tried to reach me, which Im sure they would, (not really) they'd only be looking -and checking for my whereabouts here. In Mexico. Right?" Silence "I mean .... thats where the trail would lead them. ...but deadend, ..no dice, huh?!" I question " Well, simply because YOUR boats not making a 'special stop' to check us in with Argentina Customs officials, is it? I mean after all you HATE those guys huh?! Pain." I chuckle, again, nervously looking from face to face. Holding myself up arm on leg "..you said right?" I finish my monolog there with a double slap to my thighs as if to not to over step my boundries. Dess gets a correcting tone asking "Why are you being so rude?" They're seizing the opprotunity of reeling her in, with a glance to each other the moment they realize shes still hooked. Now, swiftly they shift their bodies to face her, and her only. Jose smiling softly like a cartoon villian again, pitching her his transparent lies; weaving a deadly web. Clearly, he is trying to drown me out verbally, I think she notices the change in the air. She must. I down the last swig of my beer & I ask "YOU READY Chica?!" Standing up & already walking toward the windy stairs. But with a - Getty up - Im not leaving alone- ring to my words. Followed up with a wave toward the steps and only exit. They both look visibly mad, physically pissed I cut them short. Burning eyes through Me and meet me as I glance back over my shoulder. All while they as quickly-as-possible try to finalize and confirm an exact time to meet Dessy and her other girlfriends too, the next AM, Sunday, at thier boat. Gosh, so they can 'at leese tree her to zum ocian fisheen!' Shit, and wouldn't ya know, this idiot is all 'yups' and 'see ya thens'. I tell myself (she is not serious. Cant. Nah. Nope. The bells and whistles never churped so f-ing loudly in my life!!) Ive never before, or since, felt so damb close to such saturated evil posed in the human shape and form ever in my entire life. Without a pang of guilt or doubt them two? Man they would sell thier inbred daughters by the hour for a small stack if 25c poker chips at Freddies casino if the chance arose. That is the impression I got. Dess doesn't delay too long, I hear the sliding push back of her wicker chair beforeI reach the rail. We both descend the steps, and without a parting word from me, we are out the front and only door, and in step begin our walk north. Alias more than before, no better put, part of the same tribe. At a brisk pace and over 3/4 of the walk back behind us, I proceed to tell her I've got early plans in the mornin with Victor'. Thats when, and I shit you not Redditers, Dess's jaw drops agap, and she snaps her head towards me and with wide eyes in surprise gasps: "You're not going fishing at 11am with us!?" To which I reply immediately in a deep sure sharp tone "FUCK No!!!!!?" Brows frowed together, I don't bother to meet her eyes "Dess tell me you DIDNT hear a (melodically) little fucking voice in that head of yours saying over, and over (Roboticly) "DANGERDANGERDANGER"!? I then presume to squeel in high pitched sounds of sirons "Weeeeee Ewww Weeeee Ewww - (Mans Voice impression) "Red Alert, I repeat, Red Alert!" Shaking my head I look over now half joking because this shits common sense. But shes blank stares WTF "Are-you-fucking KIDDING ME?" Thowing up my hands, "They PRETENDED -not to-know -English fluently!?" I say with my body as much as my voice in disbelief. Dess's jaw, still agasp. Wow. I look away and proceed to do an impression of the women in her phony accent... 'In Ingles ummm how do you say? ...UupPpp?!" I wanna throw up. Still shaking my head, in a haze of equal parts pissed/worried. I knew her radar was broken. Now its clear. Worse, shit it may never have worked properly in the first place, and I seriously worried to myself that that could even possible. Possible? Possible to get through a death luring pitch from those two? Best friends to the Devil, .. no not two lowly bottom dwellers, no way, two well versed slave drivers..?, ... No. Not without a feeling, a deep engrained primal feeling, a physically felt need for self preserverence? Shock starts to wash over me, but I try to calm down with each disbelieving step, two, three. I turn to Dessy like a mother to her child and I search her eyes for ANY Sign of it all seeping in. A fruitless moment goes by, when finally I retreat and say to her in a delicately kind tone. "Dess, they look at us as 'STUFF' mear 'THINGS' nothing more, not people, surely not thier equals. Each of us is seen as a free commodity at best, and at worst simple minded dumb american girls worth at least a carton of smokes. Well for you a pack of smokes" Joking. Blank stares and batting eyes is all Dess replies, so I go on: "Dont let them think they can easily exploit you for thier pursposes. Whatever that may be. They will probably in all seriousness make you a sex slave if you get on that boat Dess, or who knows what? ...make your family pay a ransom to get you back, or something worse. If you even have an option to ever come back!" I assure her this is whats up. After a few more silent moments I put my hand on her shoulder and look at her in the eye searching again. (anyone home?) "You know that right?" My nodding is met by more blank stares. I surrender. We both retreat to a faster pace. Later at the Santa Fe I in guilt make one last attempt to try and make her promise me that she would not go meet them at 11am the next morning for "fishing" while Im away. She wouldnt. The next day before I leave, (she stayed in our room for a night, wowzers!) She announces that "...after thinkin' it over..." she was going to trust MY gut, since I had felt so strongly about it and all. "There must be a reason behind a strong feeling like that" she said. "...but I still think they were very nice, and you shouldn't have been so rude..." Unable to meet my glare. (God help us all) To the poeple reading this, I say this. If not entertained in this recount of mine then Im sorry. I will still leave you with this thought to ponder. Think back to an intense moment in your life. Was there a sense of alarm? If so, did you try talk yourself out-of the legitimacy of that feeling? Maybe even rashionalize/dissmiss it? How did it all turn out? The internal alarm is a phonomenon I believed, up to this point, we were all given within out makeup for a reason. Well, turns out thats true, except when it isnt given to you. I like to hope there's still a chance it can be reset or recovered for a person. Hopeful its always turned back-on just in-the-knick-of-time to keep one safe. SometimesI see it might not be there churping loudly because it wasnt given to you for warning in times of danger, as I so optimisticly assumed. But just maybe, sometimes its there sounding loudly only because the grace of God had given it to somebody else whom he knew would be there at that precise moment to share it with you.. If youre lucky. So, la pareja mas loca de Agentina, I will not meet you on your boat, I will not be tricked nope nope nope. I will not depart here by your scam. I will not fall victom in your foreign land!
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Greetings! It's the JULY 2015: HOLIDAY EDITION of the Stuff to Do in Tucson thread! Use this post to tell us where all the cool (or even not so cool) fireworks shows for the 4th of July are going to be held! Use this sticky post to collect general stuff going on around town (including Tucson's surrounding areas) in JULY. You can still start new posts about an event, especially if you need help planning something. This will just serve as an easy reference. The end of June can be found at the top of the list. Comment with the details (date, time, location, admission fee, age restrictions, etc.) about any July event/gathering/get-together that you think people may be interested in and I'll update the text of the main post so people can easily see what's going on. Examples of good stuff to tell us about include:
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Cool Summer Nights: Insect Insanity - at the Arizona - Sonora Desert Museum - 2021 North Kinney Rd. - 5PM-10PM - General Admission (18-64) $19.50/Seniors (65+) $17.50/Youth (13-17) $15.50/Children (4-12) $6/Kids 3 and under free
Cool Summer Nights: Creatures of the Night - at the Arizona - Sonora Desert Museum - 2021 North Kinney Rd. - 5PM-10PM - General Admission (18-64) $19.50/Seniors (65+) $17.50/Youth (13-17) $15.50/Children (4-12) $6/Kids 3 and under free
BBW Meetup - 11AM - locations vary so check Facebook group
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