As I mentioned in my last post, it was our final full day in Cabo. We were there celebrating as a group, celebrating a huge return on an investment we had made in a real estate venture. With such a varied group, throughout the week people had split off and done various things separately. The group had decided that for our last day, we’d hire a few cars to take everyone up to see the “Hotel California” in Todos Santos, an artist colony about an hour north of Cabo, and then that evening do a dinner together and a bar crawl downtown.
I had originally been indifferent to joining them in Todos Santos and figured I would rather hang out by the pool and look for a hookup as opposed to spending a couple hours in a car and sightseeing, but after starting my morning pounding a 19-year-old college student before she almost threw up in my bed, I decided playing the adult and spending time with my friends was the wiser choice. Besides, now that I had continued my “streak” another day, there was no compelling reason to be on the hunt all day, as there was no groundwork to be laid (so to speak, pun entirely not intended) for future hookups since it was our last day in town.