Monday night I went back to the Park Sheraton for drinks and dinner with some other MasterCard people that were in for a few days.  It was my first drive in the city during rush hour traffic.  We have a personal driver assigned only to us for the next 6 weeks.  Matt had the driver that day.  I had to take a seperate cab to get to the hotel.  I felt like I was cheating on our personal driver.  This new driver was insane.  Think about the worst traffic you've ever been in.  Multiply that by 463 times.  I about died 67 different times.  Drivers in India don't usually use the lines on the road.  They weave in and out to get around as fast as possible.  They honk constantly at each other to let the person in front of them know they are coming up behind you and get out of the way or you are going to get hit.  I don't know how we haven't go hit or hit someone or a cow, goat, dog, or ox.  I had to get press on nails because I bit my nails off completely I was so scared.  They just pull out in front of each other like they are the only one on the road.  Pedestrians definitely do not have the right of way.  Drinks and dinner were good.  We went back to Club Chubs (Club Dublin), but it wasn't happening on a Monday night.  So Matt and I were having breakfast today.  We were kind of tired and not in a great mood.  We decided to go to the beach before work.  We headed to the beach and our life guard laid out some towels for us as another child got taken underwater by a dolphin.  Man I love my fresh towels from my life guard.  I asked Matt to take my picture in front of the water.  I hadn't got any pictures in the daytime.  As Matt focused the camera to take my picture, I stripped off my swim trunks to reveal my hot and sexy speedo.  At this point it was too late for him to look away.  I continued to run around him splashing in the water with the revealing bikini bottom.  It was hilarious and gross at the same time.  He asked me if I was a "grape smuggler".  Funny.  So I thought I would continue to try to make Matt uncomfortable by leaving my speedo on.  He decided to take a walk down the beach by himself.  I stayed and enjoyed the fresh sewage water smell.  Serves me right but a group of American girls comes down to the beach.  I'm stuck in the water in a speedo while my shorts are back at my chair.  Again serves me right, they sat down at the beach chairs beside me.  So if I wanted to go put my shorts back on I would have to go to where they were sitting.  I stayed by the water for about 25 minutes too embarassed to go anywhere.  I turned around and they were taking pictures.  "Look at that fat European guy shovin' his stuff into a speedo"  I could hear them say.  "He shouldn't be wearing one of those".  Anyway it was well worth the joke.  And Matt is scared for life.  Check out the photos on Page 2.  Hopefully you have eaten lunch because you won't be hungry after.  Bye.