weekend paradise

so while all my buddies were busy making history here in nyc, by that i mean fighting the record-breaking blizzard that pounded the east coast this last weekend, i was busy trying to make nerve-wracking decisions: beach or pool-side? cause if you go to the beach, you will inevitably end up with sand in your hair and salt water in your mouth. but if you stay at the hotel pool, you don't quite get the richest experience possible. but sun is sun and you can get fried at either location, as witnessed by this lobster shot of our poolside buddy. scale of 1 to 10, how hot is this guy?? (feel free to vote deltar style)

so puerto rico was a weekend in paradise. granted, most of the trip we didn't leave a four block radius, but when your hotel is a block away from the beach and your biggest decision is beach or pool, i guess it all makes sense that we didn't venture out too much. although, the times we did branch out were just as memorable. some of the greatest moments of the trip would have to include discovering a private beach for a private swim in a private cove with, i'm not kidding, perfect sand and the most inviting, subtle waves. sandwich that activity between two sessions on a scooter buzzing coast-side for a couple hours each way. man, it was to die for. other highlights would include spending 30 min trying to talk to night-watch pool guard to turn a blind eye on our late night swim intentions to no avail and being forced to take our midnight swim to the ocean, under to casual light of a perfect full moon. so maybe the guard was doing us a favor. (however, i don't think he was playing that way.) but his stubbornness could only be matched and beat by our own as we snuck back into the pool a couple hrs later to finish out the original plan. nothing in the world can compare with the right late night hot tub. and i will not back down from that statement.

other noteworthies: random indian belly dancers, fried hut food, salsa dancing, white girls dancing with old latin charmers, young latin dudes with old grandmas that can still throw it down, gelatos, 3 hr sleep sessions, getting caught trying to borrow the deck chairs, myth busters, high jacking pool chairs for the homeless, and access to jackbauer (no space) in a foreign land, where he is also somehow protecting us there as well, and all the other classic moments of the weekend.

old san juanny

hotel shot.

"you gotta be kidding me" private beach

best contraption conceivable if you're betting gelatos