A line of coke....a Camaro...and Evil Knievel's granddaughter?

I'm back.

My nose is sunburnt. Everything else is tan. Well everything except for where I wore my shorts.

Everything leading except the last tow days was great. The contact with the other family was minimal. I think they got the hint. It only took 30 years.

Most of our nights were spent at Carlos and Charlies. It wasn't until maybe 5 days into going there, did I realize that this was the last bar Natalee Holloway went to.

Let me just say, this bar has rape and murder written all over it. It is the lat bar on a dimly lit alley. There is a side alley where you can just picture someone raping or murdering someone and no one even noticing. It is mad sketchy.

Other than that though I liked it. The beers were cheap and I had a blast. The wife and I would usually go with my brother and his friends.

One night there my brother friend comes up and screams in my ear:

"I just did a line of coke with some mexicans in the bathroom"

After that nothing really surprised me.

The bar closed at 1 during the week, so we went to another bar afterwards. As the second bar was closing, my brothers friend who made nice with the mexicans was talking to a girl.

We went to grab him to let him know we were leaving. He told us he would get home on his own.

What a story.

The girl worked at the Aruban newspaper. She had a boyfriend she missed. Boyfriend was in Amsterdam. My brothers friend was in Aruba with her.

They hopped in her camaro and drove to some beach and umm enjoyed each others company until about 6 am. I'm too much of a gentleman (he fucked the shit out of her) to say what happened beyond that.

We landed on a Friday. Two of my brothers friends landed on Saturday, and the third landed on Sunday.

This last guy was a really nice guy. He used to be a model. To prove how good looking this kid was, he comes to the hotel bar, and ordered a Corona. Before he can finish his first beer, there is a bucket of Coronas sent to him from some lady.

That lady, we found out a few days later, was Evil Knieval's granddaughter. She is about 20 and is from Chicago, but lives in LA and is trying to cut an album. I made a deal with her.

If she would read my fan mail, then I would read hers.

The big draw about this chick was that she is somehow related to Adam Vinatieri. He was the kicker for the Patriots until he defected to the Colts. I tried to get her to convince him to come back, but I don't think it worked.

Well I have a ton of work to catch up on. I will write more later.