Babes, Boobs & Booze

Mendoza was all about the grapes and the cows.
I stayed with Mike and Celeste in Hostel Lao, quite a remarkable place, with quite remarkable people...
Mike is an englishman, Cele is a real Mendozina. They live in their own hostel so it feels like you´re a private guest in their house. Every evening at 8 there was free wine for everyone on the table, and let me tell ya, people take good advantage of it. But this is all planned - Mike only wants to prepare you for the night out, because he will not give up on an opportunity to go drinking with his guests. So you drink and you drink, all week long. Then comes Sunday, the Asado day - or Barbi, as they call it in England (BBQ for us mortals). On that one sunday we ended up splitting 6 kg of meet and 6 bottles of top quality Malbec between 8 people and one german shephard, followed by a bottle of cognac, a box of icecream, one more wine bottle from Mikes private cellar, flawored with bad english jokes. Then a siesta of course - free for everyone! At 1 a.m. everyone was urgently gathered again for going to a drag-strip-show. How do u put 7 people in 1 car¿ Joe was placed in the trunk, Miranda, Jamie, Steffani and I shared the back sit, Make & Cele up front. We ran into a police car of course. Mike made an abrupt turn, got up the highway, 20 minutes later we finally find our way back only to see a mo-ped loaded with 2 cops parking right infront of us at the entrance to the club. how so we all get out without them noticing that 7 people were just unloaded from a single car... Cele proposed that they ignored us because they were too embarassed of their silly mo-ped.
We arrived. the club was empty, besides a few tall, not so slim figures with badly implanted breasts and outrages makeups and outfits. Steffani and I got a very nasty Margarita included in the cover price. But as nasty as it was, it consisted of pure alcohol with some weird powders added to it. Not surprisingly, after a short while, when the club started to get filled in, Stef and I were all ready to go. I jumped like a madman. Mike tried to engage me in some salsa moves - at the point when he lets me turn around, I gained too much speed and crashed on the floor, excerting a loud "oh" from the croud. But the show must go on.
At the point of a total exhaustion, I was saved by the strip show. It was good fun, especially cause you could never tell who´s who, even though they didnt spare a thing from your eyes...
At about 4.30 Stef & I quit, Cele stayed to watch out for Mike who was totally waisted and refused to leave, Jamie making out with Joe, and Miranda picked up by some local. u´d be surprise how well it works for straight boys to pick up straight girls in a transvesti bar.
the next morning (more like afternoon) Mike wore his usual face of a cerious hostel owner. Joe, Stef and I went on the wineries bike tour to fill up our liquor reserves, a minute before we leave this legendary province.

To sum it up, if you're going to drink, eat, dance, and generally have a good laugh -u mught as well do it on Yom Kipur... God will only love u more.