On Saturday night Samantha and I went “out out” after getting back from the concert and fair. She really wanted to hangout with her friend Itimar, who we went to high school with. I’ve never been a big fan of him but he and I get along.
     So we are supposed to meet Itimar and his friends at Fishtales. We are almost there and get a call saying they are at Seacretes. We go there and we wait outside for 30 minutes. We get another call and they say they are at Mackey’s. We go there and they are there but after ten minutes they leave!
I was severely annoyed at this point and so Samantha and I just stayed at Mackey’s and Christine met us there to hangout. We were there for an hour before the bar closed down.
      Afterwards Samantha called Itimar and we met up with him and his friends at some weird house in West Ocean City.
     Oh I mean WEIRD.
     The house was being leased by the owner of Marlin Moon Restaurant and living there were four girls and four guys from Mexico.
     We get there and everyone living in the house is asleep but Gary the owner of Marlin Moon is there. He had ordered like six pizzas and went to his restaurant and got five pounds of jumbo steamed shrimp. When we got there he was in the process of cooking them.
     So as we all enter the house we start making noise. All the Mexicans start to wake up and at first they are cranky. I mean how would you feel if all these strangers were all of a sudden in your place in the middle of the night?
      But Garry offered them free food and free beers and literally they were yelling out “Fiesta!”
     It was at this point that I started having major flashbacks to my Phillips Crab House days. During one summer I lived in employee housing and people would party there nonstop. At times it was way too much for me to handle.
     I had a friend named Brittany who worked there and she’s big into other languages and different cultures so she made friends with all the Mexicans that worked at Phillips and when housing was supercrazy we often would leave and go over to the Mexicans to hangout with them.
     So this past weekend I had MAJOR flashbacks. It was actually a lot of fun. I learned some salsa dancing and other cultural things.
Probably the funniest think of the night was realizing words with double meanings don’t always make sense in other languages.
     For example, Gary was talking about how he got a tattoo on his arm. He said the reason he got it was because tatooes are really popular right now, specifically tribal or Asian ones. He went on to explain that he was born in the Year of the Cock on the Chinese calendar and pulled up his sleeve to reveal a giant penis drawn with permanent marker.
      The Mexicans all thought it was funny but they didn’t understand that “Cock” means rooster as well as the male body part. Itimar and his friends spent a good thirty minutes trying to explain it but no one understood.
      The funny part was watching the miscommunication. It didn’t help that the Americans were drunk and the Mexicans were getting drunk. But sitting back and watching as an observer it was just too damn funny.
[Gary learning to Salsa dance]