Saturday was a fairly quiet day. After all of three hours sleep I did my morning routine of breakfast in the lounge, a one-hour walk on the beach and some time on the roof reading by the pool. Around noon I headed down to Alcazar and got there about the time everyone else was strolling in. SweetMesquite, Sandman, Skull Jockey, Aldaron, GCL and Don along with Dino and some other non-CH mongers were all sitting around, with most of them recovering from the VIPS festa the day before.

Nobody was interested in Alcazar food so SweetMesquite, Dino, monger X and myself decided to hit this kilo restaurant back up the beach. We ran into SuperJeff and Hector on the way and a few other guys as well. The crew was building quite nicely at this point. We were having a nice stroll up Atlantico and just as we got to my hotel, monger X looks down and yells "the shit flinger got you!" or something to that affect. Damn if he didn't! He hit it my left instep, right on the toe, in mid-stride from at least 20 feet away. What accuracy! When the assistant shit flinger came up and did his usual "you have shit on shoe, me clean?" I tried to kick it off of my shoe at him but he got out of the way. I must say, it's nasty and you're pissed at first but I had to give the guy a little credit. I mean, to get that accurate you have to practice, a lot, so you have to at least admire the dedication. Now, if someone can just tell those assholes to use mud instead of the shoe polish/glue/shit/whatever concoction they use, they may not risk their lives every time they want to earn a R$2 shoeshine.

We had a nice lunch and then everyone broke up, with a couple of guys off to Solarium and I think some others off to Monte Carlo. I however, had a busy evening planned. I had a kick-ass good time with my stalker from Friday night and as I fucked her goodbye Saturday morning she wanted to know if I was going to invite her back. I say sure, why not, so she gave me her number and said she would be by around 6:00. I said fine again and suggested we just hang at the hotel, which really brought a smile to her face. She loves Japanese food and the Marriott has one of the best sushi restaurants in the city. So, after lunch I called to reconfirm and the date was on.

She showed up promptly at six and I met her in the lobby. She was actually wearing a nice dress and was not puta-ed up at all. We grabbed a few appetizers in the lounge and headed up to the roof and had a couple of drinks. Dinner was nice; in case anyone was wondering, the Marriott has two restaurants and you can order off of either menu so she had the sashimi and I had a steak. Afterwards, back up to the room for some sex in the shower, sex on the bathroom floor, sex on the armchair, sex on the desk and finally some sex on the bed. The girl would not stop! I had to turn on the TV to distract her, just to get a rest break Thank God for the 12-pack of Trojans I picked up at the CVS!

As midnight approached, I had a decision to make. I wanted to finally make it into Help and with it being a Saturday night I knew the crowd would be large and interesting. I asked my stalker her thoughts on going down to TA and she made a nasty face at me and said no way. Actually she launched into a tirade in Portuguese about Help and Help garotas and whatnot. I guess some of the girls really get pissed about Help, not sure why. I assume there is a garota hierarchy down there, just like everywhere else. They don't want to be caught hanging out with others lower or higher on the food chain. So, the nice guy that I am, I gave her two choices - come with me down to TA so I could hang with the guys and have a couple of drinks with her, or I could put her in a cab and send her home. Another nasty look was shot my way but dammit, I was definitely going to Help. Now many of you may ask, "Catocony, if you already have a girl in the hotel, in your bed, why are you ditching her to go to a whore bar?" Well, here's my answer - pussy is important, but any one pussy isn't. It's a simple rule, easy to remember.

After getting her into a cab I cruised down to TA and met up with the crowd. We went into Help and I was impressed by the size of it. I have to admit, I was pretty well sexually drained at that point after three hours of fucking back at the hotel I had no intention of taking a girl out of the bar but it was great to see the scene finally. I met UWPhoto and BedBreaker and a few other guys. I think this was also the night that Sandman busted the Rio Rat up by the bar, which was a fun experience in itself. I left around 3:00 A.M. and cruised on back to the hotel, alone but happy.

God, its nice to see someone has enough sack around here to give the garota the ultimatum! Your "two choices" should be standard operating procedure. And, lemme predict that the stalker didn't hold a grudge the next day.

BTW, I find that a girl's opinion of Help (and me going there) is directly correlated to whether she is already earning money from me (as bugs bunny says...mine mine mine all mine!).

I think that was Daffy Duck, in the cave with the treasure from the "1001 Arabian Nights" cartoon with the genie and everything. Is that the one you're thinking of?

Oops, i think you're right. Ever since the rabbit season/duck season episode, I've gotten the two confused!

"pussy is important, but any one pussy isn't"

let me write this down.... I may need it next time.


How in the hell did I keep missing you in Help?

Thaiza's tits were blocking your view the second night, the first night you never made it in

True..... so true. Have we gotten to the part where you practiced your bowling grip?

R$2 shoeshine? Do you mean R$20? That's what the guy tried to charge me after cleaning it off my sandal after assuring me that there was no charge. Then one I went to tip him a few reals, he flips over his stool to show me the R$20 charge. I ended up giving him about $12 and he still harassed me for the next half hour.

Ok... I can honestly say that I didn't get hit with the shit trick. I wore open toe sandals most of the time during the day, so I suspected that may have been why. However, if d'Artagan is saying he had on sandals too, maybe I just got lucky, or walked too fast one.

The shit trick.... Heard about it and managed to avoid it. There were lots of kids lurking between the Debret and Help, though, looking for trouble.

(Message edited by bull_winkle on August 16, 2003)

Another classic quote by Catocony:

"Now many of you may ask, "Catocony, if you already have a girl in the hotel, in your bed, why are you ditching her to go to a whore bar?" Well, here's my answer - pussy is important, but any one pussy isn't. It's a simple rule, easy to remember. "

Well said Mister Cat! Worth the price of my membership alone.