shouted, “jello shots?!” Panicking, I shook my head and tried to look
away. Before I knew it, I had a pair of huge boobs in my face and
tequila orange jello shots going down my throat. If I learned one thing
in Cabo, I discovered that swallowing consecutive jello shots with
a quickness is no easy feat. As I struggled to catch my breath and
swallow the last of the gelatinous booze, she blew the whistle some
more and juggled my boobs. Phew, that was intense.
During my last few nights in Cabo, we made our rounds in downtown
Cabo. The streets were laden with partiers and people trying to hustle
anything and everything. I will never forget one dude who presented a
t-shirt to me and asked if I wanted to buy it. I politely declined. Before
I could take my next step, he asked, “heroin?” I couldn’t believe it.
Again, I politely said no while attempting my best to stifle my chuckle
and shock. “Massage?” He asked. This time I couldn’t resist laughing
out loud and said, “no, gracias.” This happened at least five more
times as we walked maybe six blocks that night. The clubs in Cabo
live up to their reputation of free flowing alcohol and party festivities.
Squid Roe was one of my favorites, a regular haunt for locals and
tourists alike.
My Cabo experience is one I will never forget. Before I arrived, Zach
told me that anyone that goes to Cabo will return home with stories.
Though I believed him, I wasn’t quite sure the adventure I was in for.
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