I left Cascadas about 1:15 Sunday afternoon, and just did not feel like hanging around in La Coahuila. I was unable to find anyone I knew, and did not want to fight Sunday afternoon traffic back across the border. I wandered down to Avenida Revolucion, apparently just missing Redongdo, who posted from the Internet cafe near 2nd about 10 minutes after I walked by it. Oh well, we had hung around together the day before. I stopped at Club Escape and had lunch on the upstairs patio. I rarely eat at Revo restaurants, but wanted to just relax, sit outside, and people watch for awhile. The food was not bad, but overpriced as always. I listened to a waiter make a deal to sell coke to the two teenage SDSU coeds sitting behind me, while he also extolled the virtues of heroin when smoked. I would not be too surprised to see one of these girls strung out and working the alley in a year. There was nothing I could have said that would have influenced them

The previous day I had noticed that the street was being blocked off in front of Las Pulgas, so I headed there to see what was going on. It turned out to be a food fair, with food from some of the best restaurants in TJ. Greaaaat. Wish I had come here first, damn it! I went into am/pm and got some water. I experienced excellent customer service, a rarity for me in TJ. The clerk was unable to break my twenty dollar bill, so he just gave me the bottle of water. Once again, I have to say this is the best convenience store I have ever been into in either Mexcio or the USA. Being next to the Jai Alai Palace, I wonder if it is also owned by Jorge Hank? I sat outside and watched the entertainment and people, but the music was really uninspiring, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

I wandered around some more, and finally decided to go into Pussy Cat. There was only one attractive girl, and I had the worst experience I have ever had with a waiter. He actually tried to rip me off twice on the same transaction, once with the 20 for 1 switch, then palming a five when giving me change. When I refused to tip him and told him to leave (five times), he threateningly replied that his name was Chuckie and he would be waiting for me on the stairs. I drank half of my lukewarm beer, and left out of boredom. Chuckie pretended not to see me when I got to the street.

I next went to Rio Ritas. There were two girls I found attractive, although not amazingly so. The lineup was not nearly as good as Saturday's, and that had been nothing to write home about. I bought a liter of water, and a drink for one of the decent looking girls. She absolutely refused to come down from her price of $20 for 2 songs for a "private" dance, which amazed me. She seemed genuinely surprised that I had gotten 3 for that price before, and even had a waiter tell me that it was never less than 2 for 20. Before leaving, I approached the other attractive girl. As soon as I started talking to her, that same waiter came over and spoke to her quietly. She lost interest in me at that point, and when I asked her how much, she said 2 for $30. Time to leave.

Next up, Caribbean. I had been there the day before and been impressed with the girls. The drawback had been that it was swelteringly hot. I had gotten some dances from Lucy, a cute twenty year old who agreed to 3 for $20 after a bit of effort. She also offered a handjob for an additional $20, but I declined. It was still hot as hell on Sunday, but the selection was poor. I bought a drink for one girl, who also flat refused to negotiate down from $20 for 2 songs. She downed her OJ in two gulps and was gone. I waited half an hour for the only other hottie to come back out of the dressing room, then left.

By now, this was becoming a mission. I was determined to have a good time somewhere, no matter how many places I had to go. I turned back to the south, heading for Unicornio. I took a brief detour into Mike's, where I saw 4 dancers. Two were female, one was not, one was indeterminate. All were ugly. I resumed my journey, but to no avail. Unicornio was no better, and Isis was too hot to be worth spending time with the one semi-attractive chica inside. It was now time for desperate measures -- my first trip ever to San Souci and Bambi. San Souci was first on the list. They had the best looking dancers that I saw all day. I counted eleven that looked pretty good, and three that were Unicornio material. The AC was also working pretty well, so I bought some more water and sat down. Once my eyes adjusted, I realized my error. The two very pretty girls I had seen at the bar turned out to be tourists who were with their boyfriends. As for the dancers, the three fat girls were the only ones in the place that were actually female. I saw a couple of guys who appeared to be tourists getting handjobs from a pair of TS's, and hoped that they left blissfully unaware. This place certainly lived up to its reputation as a TS den. Bambi had only three or four dancers, so I did not stay. They were not attractive, but did appear to be female.

Now what to do? I went to Madona's, knowing that I would probably just have a drink and watch the show. I used to come here frequently on Sundays last summer, but the quality and quantity of the girls has fallen dramatically. However, there was still a 1:1 ratio of chicas to customers, and the good AC was once again a factor. I had my only beers of the day here, since it was 2 for 1, and watched the show for about 45 minutes. I was now running out of options. The were only two possibilities left that I could think of, so I chose Peanuts and Beer. The barker was actually not annoying and did not try to rip me off. He even spoke pretty good English. This was definitely a better than expected start, but I was brought back to reality by the TS who immediately sat next to me. I got up and walked around, finally locating one seniorita who was attractive, definitely female, and not a customer. She was lying in a booth, too lazy or too bored to try to walk the floor and hustle. It got better when I discovered that she had lived in L.A., spoke fair English, and drank Tequila. She stated that if we went to the private room, I would not get any more from her than if we just did a couch dance, but it would cost 3 times as much. That was not a tough decision. The best I was able to get her to agree to was 2 1/2 songs for $20, but decided that was good enough. There was one girl there who was even hotter, but I did not see her before coming to terms with the first girl. The mesera whom I paid for the dances was quite surprised at the 2 1/2 song deal, and almost tried to argue before she came to her senses and shut up. It actually turned out even better, as my dancer forgot the count and danced for almost 4 songs. The dances were good, but not spectacular. I noticed that toward the middle of the second song, her attitude seemed to change, and she would frequently return to a position where her genitals were rubbing against mine. It turned out that she forgot the song count because she was having an orgasm. She confided this afterward, and since it was not done to try to get extra money from me, it was probably true.

It was now a little after 6:00. The border would still be busy, and I was hungry. I stopped at a little taco stand I have not been to in about a year. It is on Constitucion near 2nd. I used to like the place because the prices were cheap, and the tacos above average. The prices have now gone up 50%, and the tacos had so little meat I could finish one in three normal size bites. They were also bland and the meat stringy. What a fitting end to this day. I had wanted to wait until at least 9:00 to go home, but desperately needed a shower, so I headed home.

All in all, I would have had more fun if I had just gone to a nice restaurant and then caught a movie and maybe walked around Plaza Rio. I would also have saved about $25, as well as a lot of sweat. I drank almost 3 liters of water, and learned that Sunday afternoon is an absolutely lousy time for a strip club crawl. I hit just about every club that is open during the daytime except Aloha, Tigre, and Zorro. Nobody left enough of an impression for me to remember their name, except for one asshole waiter. I can't figure out why it was so hard to get the same 3 songs for $20 pricing that I have gotten the few times that I have visited these same clubs before. The only thing that comes to mind is that the dancer count was so low in most places that the ratio of customers to girls was actually pretty high. Sunday afternoons were a lot more fun last year, when all my friends and I had decent jobs and no girlfriends, at least not south of the border. To top it off, the inspectors were waving cars through at the border without even making most of them come to a full stop, so I probably could have come back any time without sitting in line for hours. Live and learn.

Not sure whats going on with TJ. The last two Fridays sucked. I got laid, and the chicas are good and all but it happened at the end of the night and it just seemd that many of the chicas I talked to/drank with were flakey as hell.

It seems like the selection has been sucking lately too. Plus the rip-off artists and cheese plate dickhead waiters are in full force.

In a way I really hate going every weekend. Yeah its fun hanging out with friends and all but I am getting REALLY tired of spending money down there.
The fact is, time I get a room, do a couple of chicas, buy some of the chicas drinks, AND my rather large obsession with beer, I have no trouble spending $200 bucks down there.
It really is a waste.

I thought Saturday afternoon on your "birthday weekend" was pretty good.....

Thanks for sharing. That's the most depressing report I've ever read. Maybe you just forgot to take your lithium that day...

-Superman-

Yeah Tomas, you were definitely not in good spirits on Friday. I actually had a reasonably good time Thursday - Saturday, but that was due to having some good friends to hang out with, including one that I had not seen in awhile. Heck, even Sunday could have been a lot worse. It is not like anything truly bad happened.

"Sometimes you're the wrecking machine, sometimes you're the bug."

Hippie

I talked to The Senator last night. He's on the East Coast having a ball. Anyway, he says we still owe you a birthday gift. Clear the calender for the 12th.

Tomas says, "Not sure whats going on with TJ".

Tomas, the "problem" seems to be your own burnout. When you were having a blast, there were others who felt like you do now, and now that you are burning out, there are others who are having a blast. I don't think there has ever been a weekend where everyone in TJ had a great time, or a weekend where no one had fun.

To quote you,

"In a way I really hate going every weekend."

"I am getting REALLY tired of spending money down there."

"It really is a waste."

This really does beg the question, why are you going every weekend if you hate it, are tired of it, and consider it a waste? Ever consider taking a breather? Forcing yourself to have fun usually doesn't work, and nothing is fun once it becomes a n obligation. As Hunter S. Thompson once put it, "old whores don't giggle very much".

Kendricks

Maybe you guys are turning gay.

Tomas:

I was hoping that your late Friday chica would have snapped you out of it. You sure looked like you were having a good time when I saw you last.

Porker, turning gay would actually brighten up a bored guy's mood in TJ, as far as I can tell!

I'd bet your money would go farther if you were gay. You'd meet a whole new batch of "Chicas" too!

I'll never know, though. I just can't get enough of those real Chicas!

Hang in there, Hippie!

Tomas;

I know what you mean...

it is kind of like just going thru the motions... like "doing your duty", or something.

Well... got to go "do my duty".

Diego, I went Thursday night and "did my duty" and had a great time. Still spent around $200 bucks though. Fuck.

BTW, I finally got a Street bike. A Suzuki GS500.
Kinda a beginners bike but its faster than you might think and damn fun. Not sure if I want to take it down to TJ though......