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Packster's B-Day

Oye Paquito Que Que!!! Paco Lopez is my friend. Actually he is everyone's friend. He could run for office and win, for sure. So it was no wonder that his birthday bash turn out to be so solid. It was hosted at Dali, the new hot spot in Sofo, Old San Juan. DJ Robb from Rain in Las Vegas flew down to spin for this gig, how's that for connections! The who's who of the local surf scene was there. From Carlos Cabrero's whole Tres Palmas crew to Otto Flores and his Hawaiian chick. It was great to see Otto again. He's handles marketing and promo in Latin American for Hurley International and rides professionally for them, a dream job I would say. So many fine girls at the party that it was nasty (in a good way :) . I saw Jaime and Roxanna, two ubber friends of my ex. I wonder when will I bump into her while partying? I danced till 5am with every little clique in the room, it was good. Paquito knows how to throw a good bash, and we know how to kill it!
With Paco Lopez

Nestor with a Trannie

Otto and his main squeeze

Who doesn't like a redhead sandwich???

D-Day

Today is my D-day, as in Divorce day. I finally got divorced this morning at the local district court. Almost 9 years of relationship where dismantled "legally" in less than 5 minutes. I've been separated since last November and always dreaded this day. When it actually came it was not so bad. I am just starting to undestand that this was inevitable. When all was done we hugged and I whispered into her ear " Thanks for giving me my life back, thanks for our kids. I hope that you are happy now, I care for you dearly." To my surprise she began to cry, the real reason behind her tears I might never know.Was it guilt, or maybe just nerves, who knows. I cried too, just little. I guess I am out of tears already; nobody gets married to get divorced. I could blog for a thousand years on how fucked up this was and how she fucked me over, spiritually and finantially, but I choose this to be enpowering. I choose this "failure" to be my best mentor, the teacher that I really needed. I will use this as a time of opportunity instead of hopelessness and despair. This is a right of passage to my bigger self, to my new life. I am letting go of resentment and living without guilt. I am opening myself to the uncharted, to the unknown but this time knowing that God always has a trick up his sleeve and he has put into motion the best part of my life. Mi vida is now filled with endless possibility. Can you even begin to grasp that??? I do and let me tell you it's FUCKING AWESOME!

What a Monday!

Axe the smelly deodorant spray has given me the best Monday night of my life. Last Monday Axe hosted a party by invitation only at Hotel El Convento in Old San Juan. Imaging a 17th century monastery turned into hotel with an open center courtyard, a huge bar surrounded by theme rooms with 1500 tipsy partygoers. On the courtyard laid many sofas with beautiful girls in corsets on top of soft white cushions. In one corner Jacuzzis with more girls in g-strings, and even flame throwers. Another wing had a main stage where La Malay and Kinki later played. One theme room had a mistress surrounded by snakes; another room featured about 20 belly dancers. The middle room theme was torture/sadistic and let me tell you that room was nasty! At one point the party got really wild, bootys were bouncing, shirts where coming off and the ladies got very very loose! It was all open bar so by 2:00am they had stop serving alcohol because it was getting too rowdy. La Mala Rodriguez took the stage and flowed with smooth and stylish Spanish verses. Not everyone knew here songs but she killed it anyway. This party in San Juan is definitely on my top ten of all time, the end to a super good weekend. I can’t really complain!
Center Courtyard

The Snake Biatch

Tummy Rubbing

She loves chicken!

She's back

Did I mention that she is back? So??? Jijiji!

It translated well to me

Although Lost in Translation has been out for some time now, I somehow managed not to see it until today. I got back from Palomino and got sunburned so bad that I decided to stay home and watch a movie instead of going to Dunbars. I rented Translation and Lord of the Rings 3, Lost in translation was the obvious pick as Rings 3 is mega long. The pace of the movie is slow but I enjoyed every minute. I can relate to some parts of it perfectly while others I still trying to understand. I used to lie awake at night contemplating the existential meaninglessness of it all so I know how that feels. It made me think about my own situation and how sometimes we make choices and pondered if the choices you've made are the right ones. I understand how certain people can open the better side of you that's been sleeping for some time. A connection that opens gateways to experience the forgotten or experience true joy for the first time. But what I don't really understand is this soulmate thing. The search for the perfect one without taking in account the you as a person are whole , complete and perfect doesn't ring true to me. Maybe I have yet to experience true love, but if I do, I hope to find it in a peculiar way like Bob Harris.

Palomino Dreaming

Fajardo had been calling me, and I really don't understand why I did not answer before. Although I live in an island I had some how lost touch with the basics of island living. So when Eric told me that we had a boat available to go to Fajardo, I didn't think about it twice. Damn did I miss the coastal life. I haven't skin dived in months, maybe a year. I realize now how much I love the ocean and the lifestyle it creates if you let it. Camacho and Judith where the hosts and me and Eric came along for the ride. Although the seas where choppy and we had a little scare on the way there, Palomino was heaven. We drank a case of Heine while talking about wild old time like Boqueron Beach, un junte para la historia!. While sitting at the beach and hanging out at the boat, I felt so "at home". It was chillin, perfect buzz, perfect day out and best of company.Later we headed out to Icaco a nearby island and snorkeled the front reef. Colyrubias and Blue Tangs galore. By the time we where heading back I was so drunk from all the Heines that I fell asleep. Solid day!
Palomino
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Eric, Camacho and Judith at Icaco
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Con las palmolive!
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Mohawk Friday

As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning I thought, Mohwak! I really don't know where that came from but I wanted a fucking mohawk. James "El Pato Racing" who owns the barber shop next door told me he would do it for free if I agreed to bleach it too, so I did. Here the before, during and after.Enjoy!

El Pato Racing working on my Yonyi.

Ok this was actually a little enbarrasing...

Washing the brain housing.

The final product, a happy rooster!

Video Ipod, yeah right...

Okay, so this is obviously fake, but someone put so much work into it, that I must take my hat off to them. Every Mac lover I know wants an Ipod that has photo and video capabilities. This mock is perfect, black (oooh!!),with a camera and running it's own OS. I wish that Steve Jobs will stop being so stubborn and let Apple make a new Ipod that actually had all these features. But yeah, not likely. thanks Gizmodo

It's a Good Feeling

La Grateful Dead (my ex wife) called today to talk to my kids and in between she rambled about a new job offer she got. It's with an in demand LA clothing designer that caters to the Hiltons and the like. She kept on asking me what I thought "as a Friend" and to be honest I really didn't care. I mean I wasn't rude or anything, I wish her the best in LA but I finally feel ok talking with her and I really don't care where or who she works for.She knows that anything regarding our kids, she can call me 24/7, I am always available for that. I told here we where not really friends anymore and that I didn't want to force this super friendship idea that she wants to have right now, maybe later. Friendship needs a solid base of trust and respect, 2 elements that she consciously forgot about while we where "together" and even after. I write this because it felt right and it felt great. I guess that the underlying feeling might be a little negative but for my peace of mind that's ok right now.