Hola Cozumel...

If the nights are booze croozes, the morning are full of hungover hombres. You could see the pain in the eyes of some of the passengers. Yet some of them are still going strong. Bound and determined to stay inebriated for the entire trip.

The club was pretty full for my R rated show last night. Normally when a group of drunk guys stroll into the room and one of them walks on stage and tries to use the microphone, you know they are going to be trouble. They were hooting and hollering during the hosts introduction. I stand there at the side of the stage going over all the heckle responses I have ever wrote. I’m ready, walk out on stage and... NOTHING! Well not nothing, they laugh at the jokes and ended up being great group.

This morning it was such a chore to get through the people on the pier. Everyone was walking slow or side by side by side. I was getting a bit angry and then I realized; I’m in Mexico, the sun is shining, it’s a beautiful day and I’m not in a hurry.

I took this picture wondering how many crew members went to see the doctor before they had to put up this sign?