233,831

That is the number that made the difference for my Mexico. No, I will not write down all the nasty things that come to my mind when I think of Andrés Manuel López Obrador, I just ate and I was not cheap.
Go Felipe! I lined up for 12 hours just to give you my vote. 12 F#cking hours! 12! Millions of votes, thousands of people serving the process, months of expectation, Mexico City vandalized, the Supreme Court...
I voted for the change 6 years ago, so Vicente Fox and he's so-screwed-up-coasting-cabinet (positive they never believed in themselves) did not disappoint me, because I voted for the CHANGE.
Now, Mr. Calderón, go do your job, you’ve got more back up than a whore inside a brothel… perhaps as fierce as that crowd… and my blessing… I won’t blink. I voted for you... we are on the same page.

Welcome Sir!

Mr. John did not arrive last night, the last time we checked it was 11:00pm and no sign... well I imagine he is shy, and having fox and several more journalists in the area, he decided he would check in in the morning, it was 5:40 when he finally knock our windows... kinda cute. I am sure he did not scape the press.... you should have seen all those camera flashes, dear lord he must be blind! It seemed like an electric storm!
We are all moving into the shelter, he's got such a strong personality.
God speed!

Oh John!

No more electricity at Casa del Mar, Just like the Fox News crew I am reporting as well. And if there is no electricity how the h#ll is Martin posting online? No blackberry honey... Ποσειδών or Neptune who happens to be Zeus' little brother, whose stole the thunderbolt for me so I can have electricity whenever I feel like it. (Ποσειδών is the only mythological lover that I ever had and ever will; I am sorry your feathers are not fast enough Quetzalcoatl).

Anyways, turns out that a tiny little cloud named John became very popular amogst the teenager clouds, he proved he could sing and became the Pacifican Idol, all of its followers gathered in Acapulco and decided to keep celebrating on the pacific coast. As you can imagine he became a wealthy guy and brainless as he is, was convinced to bring all his crowd with him to Manzanillo, well he decided he didnt like it there and refused to land, he kept looking and looking and like any other it boy, he could not make up his mind... far away and so beautiful Kristy appeared, sexy, flawless... a fox, who decided to be seen and then scape... dear Johnny decided to follow her, butr his success had deminished from being the hottes thing to a People Magazine regular commoner... Kristy went after Ioke (he must be something to be called Typhoon); broken hearted and the money still there... by the grace of god he decided to visit Los Cabos and play golf.

He is bringing something we do not have here... kinda rain to the desert... he is bringing his crowd in low season! We had no option but to book all the available rooms for his party, and also tried and succeded getting people out of the hotel... he is pretty uptight and wanted the whole thing for himself; we also gathered the crème de la crème of our staff to get the whole property ready for such arrival.

Restaurants and Beach club closed, because we didn't want to upset him, it was the rainy season and we could not provide the experience he deserved. A lounge was set up at the library and the meeting room turned into a entertaining room (the chess table, ping pong table for a sexy tournament, some beds (we heard he hates carpet burn) a lap top, screen and a stack of academy award winning movies, hors d'oeuvres, sodas, wine, spirits, massage therapist on call, etc.), our staff has been here for more than 24 hours and staying in the rooms right beside his, we wont mess up!

Wunderground, (his travel agent) informed us he would be here 8 hours ago... big old popstar! he is late! We are still waiting for you Johnny! (John is for the media and Mom only)

hang over

Yesterday, Mr. Guillén decided to join Mr. James and friends for drinks after a quite sterssful week; turned out to be a great night as far as I can remember... martini glasses, blue lights, white leather chairs, steel, europeans, the marina, yatches, breeze... well deserved; but the huasteco within me, the Banda within the others and the reggae within Mr. James didn't go to sleep that night, after all that grey goose running through our bloodstream... so we decided to go to the trendy Passions... packed!... next!... we ended up at Red, which is still trendy but for the local crowd, and I did not have grey goose there, although I asked for it and pay for it, liquor was pretty bad, bad enough to get me in the dancing mood, which made me thirsty and so I drank more... what the hell!...ooops! wrong! As far as I can go back: I am dancing, everyone else is dancing, lights are loud, music is louder, cars passing by, Karina's purse is hanging from my shoulder while I dance (oh yes!), Mr. James knows, he is supposed to whisper to my ear "stop that this is not a gay bar" but he smiles, looks at his glass and drinks more... then I am in the car, later I am waiting for the gate to be unlocked... I am running upstairs because I need to use the bathroom... "wake up, it's 8:20, go shower" F#ck!

Against all odds

Well... I have a crying kitten behind me, ER on (and loud), Internet sucks up here and my baby is chewing ice... I will have to turn the kitten into my editor, wait until there is no more ice and the ER "there was nothing else we could do" scene comes along... Mr. James is complaining Mr. James.

This is my little Irma... my editor.

I am back baby!

This is my new blog (I even got the blog font!); after my success (kinda) on MySpace and moving back to Mexico, getting a job, working my ass off, adopting a kitten, gaining some pounds, getting to know the local cactii, losing some pounds, fighting three witches and decapitating two of them, finding a house, growing new grass, buying a car, dancing under the rain, taking the car to the shop, learning the business, going here and there, learning a new religion, missing my family, my friends, my in-laws, my dogs, my house, my bed!, my pillows, my neighborhood, and a long, crazy and horny etcetera, I am back to the writing business.

Well, I got it, now I gotta go back to work!