As you know, I've just returned to Tamarindo from being gone for three weeks. There was a new guy named Steve who was working at the front desk, actually a really cool guy. He is married to a tica who is quite hot, and I guess pretty interested in other guys from what Steve says. I get back to Witch's Rock Surf Camp from Bill and Emily's wedding and post party, its about 2AM, and Steve is at the hotel's front desk with his arm dripping blood. It was so nasty. After just having some stitches myself I told him that he had at least four cuts that needed 8-10 stitches. He was in shock, saying that he had gone to the Best Western and caught his wife having sex with some guy in a hotel room, and that he punched through the window in an attempt to get in. I gave him my extra basketball shorts as a blood rag (yeah, its nasty) and sent him to the hospital.
Yesterday, the morning after, I wake up and look for my basketball shorts. No, it wasn't a dream at all. I'm having a coffee and start talking to Colin. Colin tells me about how he ran into an old friend who was staying in a hotel in town. The guy goes on to say that he went to the bar the night before and some little hottie comes up to him and says "hey, you remind me of a guy I know, only hotter. Want to go back to your room??" So then of course Colin's friend does just that, and is doing this chick when some crazy guy punches through the window.
Isn't life full of funny little stories like that? Poor Steve probably doesn't think so.
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