Foam Party

I actually dragged myself out of bed around 0830 this morning to bright blue skies. I wanted to go to Playa del Carmen, which I'd heard was absolutely gorgeous; everyone else agreed to go. After just 1 hour of sitting in a bus that we caught from downtown Cancun, we were greeted by the most beautiful beaches I'd ever seen. Pure white sands that were cool to your feet, and water so blue that it hardly looked real.

We spent a very happy afternoon there, soaking up the rays on a topless beach and playing in the waves in the warm, salty water. Dinner after was wonderful. It was happy hour at Playa del Carmen, which meant that even if you order just one beer they bring you two. Not being much of a beer drinker myself, I ordered a margarita. The waiter brought me one that was the size of about 3 back home. Delicious. We were also treated by the arrival of a mariachi. I still remember his "Guantanamara" song, though none of us could figure out any other words, *chuckle* and we bought him a coke after we asked him to sing (albeit predictably) "La Bamba".

After we got back to our resort we all headed over to the hotel district for a foam party. I had no idea what was in store for me, but Dan insisted that I would be seriously missing out if I didn't go, so I paid the $25 bar charge for all the drinks I could guzzle down, and tagged along with the rest of the gang. The place was packed. There was only a small dance area, and tons of people covered with what looked like soap bubbles were crowded onto it. I squeezed my way in with my friends and we started dancing - or tried, anyway. There really wasn't enough room to do much more than wiggle to the beat. The amount of foam blown out of a pipe attached to a corner of the ceiling was, in a word, insane. Several times the foam came up to the level of my chin, and one time I was completely buried and Laurel had to rescue me by pulling me onto the stage.

Everything was slick and slippery moments after you stepped onto the dance floor. In some ways it was claustrophobic, I couldn't see over the towering people around me, and there was the foam to compete with to boot. And to add to the whole "spring break" experience, there were groping guys everywhere. The plus side? At least I was never at a loss for a dance partner. *wink*