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Mar. 29th, 2009 08:29 amThe transition to paradise was perilous. When we arrived in Punta Cana, the resort we had booked didn't have enough rooms for us, so they sent us to another resort after a fierce battle of wills with my mother. Our new home was the IFA Villas Bavaro, and as soon as we got there and got checked in, it started to pour down rain. That didn't stop those of us 48 and younger (me, my niece, her husband, my two nephews) from donning our swimming gear and hitting the pool with the bar. The pool was completely empty except for the nightmare birthday party, which was swinging in the rain, baby.
They had gotten to the resort the day before and had been drinking all day. The birthday girl was a trollish looking women who kept crying out, "It's my birthday! I'm 26! I'm 36! I'm 46!" She was wearing a tiara, and at one point she humped my youngest nephew's leg. (He's 15, almost 16.) Slightly more coherent was Dave, who told me he had just served 10 months in Bagram in Afghanistan. His job had something to do with disbursing millions of dollars to various Afghanis. He said he preferred not to think about what they did with the money. His wife was called something like Sharee, believe it or not. Probably Sherry, but it sounded like Sharee. She kept coming up to my nephews and pointing at the eldest and saying, "18," then at youngest and saying, "Jailbait." She also grabbed my niece's husband by the ass. Did I mention that they were all completely trashed?
We hung out with them for a while, huddled in a protective circle. When we left, we heard Dave explaining to a trio of cute young women who had showed up after the rain stopped that my youngest nephew wanted to see their tits. Apparently Dave hadn't yet realized that the resort was full of French and Germans, and that if he wanted to see naked breasts all he had to do was go down to the beach and look at the sophisticated sunbathers.
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They had gotten to the resort the day before and had been drinking all day. The birthday girl was a trollish looking women who kept crying out, "It's my birthday! I'm 26! I'm 36! I'm 46!" She was wearing a tiara, and at one point she humped my youngest nephew's leg. (He's 15, almost 16.) Slightly more coherent was Dave, who told me he had just served 10 months in Bagram in Afghanistan. His job had something to do with disbursing millions of dollars to various Afghanis. He said he preferred not to think about what they did with the money. His wife was called something like Sharee, believe it or not. Probably Sherry, but it sounded like Sharee. She kept coming up to my nephews and pointing at the eldest and saying, "18," then at youngest and saying, "Jailbait." She also grabbed my niece's husband by the ass. Did I mention that they were all completely trashed?
We hung out with them for a while, huddled in a protective circle. When we left, we heard Dave explaining to a trio of cute young women who had showed up after the rain stopped that my youngest nephew wanted to see their tits. Apparently Dave hadn't yet realized that the resort was full of French and Germans, and that if he wanted to see naked breasts all he had to do was go down to the beach and look at the sophisticated sunbathers.
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