Blog on buying pot and threesomes.
We happened to be near the little knick knack store where we have been successful in purchasing marijuana that Megan and Courtney like. Since Megan will be joining us in a few days, and will not want to wait to get high, we decided to go ahead and buy already. We also agreed that pot is like ammo; better to have too much and not it, you know the rest.
So, while Aisha went into another shop to buy the little silver boxes she likes--some excellent silver work down here--I went to the pot shop. After the dance to establish what I wanted to buy, and the guy what he wanted to sell, I asked for a half ounce. He came back with $280.
I know a half ounce is about 14 grams. 30 years ago, when I bought pot for my personal use, a gram was $10.00 flat. I do not know how much a gram is right now, but I doubt it is $20.00. So I came back with $50. Eventually, he came down to $120, but I only went up to $70. Just when I thought I was going to get a really good deal out of him, he called in the girl with just a hint of an accent who brokered our deal last year. About that time, Aisha came in. The girl started at $110, and I was pretty sure we could get it for less than $100. I was thinking around $80, though it was going to be a little light, no matter what we paid.
Aisha agreed immediately, and it was weighed out on a scale that looked good but certainly was adjusted in the shop's favor. Aisha is fluent in the Spanish spoken in Latin America. By "fluent,"she means she can understand and speak it well enough so that she does not have to translate into Arabic in her head. She started talking with the girl. In the little bit of Spanish I have, I realized why Aisha had overpaid for the pot, She was now haggling with the girl for her price!
Finally, she said "Seven hundred and fifty dollars would really help us out." Aisha agreed, and told her how to find us.
$750! That is a great bargain. A little more than a third of what we pay for overnights in the US. She has not shown up yet, though, and she may not. If not, disappointing, but all we did was over pay for Megan's pot $30 or so. I am now pretty convinced she will not show.
Normally, a threesome is planned well in ahead. We had one planned in Dallas, but the provider begged off. So getting one now, if it happens, will be nice. Of course, soon Megan will be here, and she will be hungry for cock. She is with us for the balance for the two weeks we will be here, and then another week, back at home. Courtney is in the Canadian Rocky Mountains at a hotel that looks like a castle. I suppose a palace built by Ludwig the Mad is more accurate. Canada kicks ass. You could not get away with a hotel like that in the US.
Last night, walking back to our car after some time at Cabo Wabo and El Squid, Aisha decided she wanted one more beer, and we got separated, so it looked as if I was walking home alone. I did keep a watchful eye on Aisha, though. A woman called out to me. "Hey, you want lady tonight?" Two women were across the street, both pretty hot. "We bill your hotel room or villa!" Standard arrangement; you can book a personal chef or massage mani/pedi to the house, and pay later. I motioned Aisha over, and they both shook thier heads. No threesome for me last night!
Aisha questioned my judgement for even considering street walkers. There are street walkers, and there are street walkers. These girls were clearly sober, and dressed nicely. they just had an eye for the main chance, and saw some money from me. I doubt they had worked in one of the two brothels here, and further doubt they made a career out of sexual service. Aisha insisted we could do better. And so we will. We have contacted an agency, and have women coming over tomorrow night and the night after. Then Megan will join us, and smoke pot alone. She likes the medium strong sativa the grows naturally, mixed with a few beers. She tells us that gives her a nice high. So, if you are ever in Cabo, keep that in mind.
We happened to be near the little knick knack store where we have been successful in purchasing marijuana that Megan and Courtney like. Since Megan will be joining us in a few days, and will not want to wait to get high, we decided to go ahead and buy already. We also agreed that pot is like ammo; better to have too much and not it, you know the rest.
So, while Aisha went into another shop to buy the little silver boxes she likes--some excellent silver work down here--I went to the pot shop. After the dance to establish what I wanted to buy, and the guy what he wanted to sell, I asked for a half ounce. He came back with $280.
I know a half ounce is about 14 grams. 30 years ago, when I bought pot for my personal use, a gram was $10.00 flat. I do not know how much a gram is right now, but I doubt it is $20.00. So I came back with $50. Eventually, he came down to $120, but I only went up to $70. Just when I thought I was going to get a really good deal out of him, he called in the girl with just a hint of an accent who brokered our deal last year. About that time, Aisha came in. The girl started at $110, and I was pretty sure we could get it for less than $100. I was thinking around $80, though it was going to be a little light, no matter what we paid.
Aisha agreed immediately, and it was weighed out on a scale that looked good but certainly was adjusted in the shop's favor. Aisha is fluent in the Spanish spoken in Latin America. By "fluent,"she means she can understand and speak it well enough so that she does not have to translate into Arabic in her head. She started talking with the girl. In the little bit of Spanish I have, I realized why Aisha had overpaid for the pot, She was now haggling with the girl for her price!
Finally, she said "Seven hundred and fifty dollars would really help us out." Aisha agreed, and told her how to find us.
$750! That is a great bargain. A little more than a third of what we pay for overnights in the US. She has not shown up yet, though, and she may not. If not, disappointing, but all we did was over pay for Megan's pot $30 or so. I am now pretty convinced she will not show.
Normally, a threesome is planned well in ahead. We had one planned in Dallas, but the provider begged off. So getting one now, if it happens, will be nice. Of course, soon Megan will be here, and she will be hungry for cock. She is with us for the balance for the two weeks we will be here, and then another week, back at home. Courtney is in the Canadian Rocky Mountains at a hotel that looks like a castle. I suppose a palace built by Ludwig the Mad is more accurate. Canada kicks ass. You could not get away with a hotel like that in the US.
Last night, walking back to our car after some time at Cabo Wabo and El Squid, Aisha decided she wanted one more beer, and we got separated, so it looked as if I was walking home alone. I did keep a watchful eye on Aisha, though. A woman called out to me. "Hey, you want lady tonight?" Two women were across the street, both pretty hot. "We bill your hotel room or villa!" Standard arrangement; you can book a personal chef or massage mani/pedi to the house, and pay later. I motioned Aisha over, and they both shook thier heads. No threesome for me last night!
Aisha questioned my judgement for even considering street walkers. There are street walkers, and there are street walkers. These girls were clearly sober, and dressed nicely. they just had an eye for the main chance, and saw some money from me. I doubt they had worked in one of the two brothels here, and further doubt they made a career out of sexual service. Aisha insisted we could do better. And so we will. We have contacted an agency, and have women coming over tomorrow night and the night after. Then Megan will join us, and smoke pot alone. She likes the medium strong sativa the grows naturally, mixed with a few beers. She tells us that gives her a nice high. So, if you are ever in Cabo, keep that in mind.