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Unfortunately, we somehow decided (okay, I think it was my fault) that it was a good idea to (while fully clothed) get into the nasty salty-foot-wine water. We took turns being tub buddies, which ended when Tracey and I started laughing screaming at eachother "Don't pee! Don't pee!! FUCK YOU DON'T PEE"
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Let's not talk about it. yolo.
We eventually stumble out of the bathroom and get dressed up. There was a rooftop pool at the hotel, but after 8pm it converted to a bar. A bar that charges your drinks to the room. Oops. Angie ordered "ron y pina" and thought she was being pretty clear about it. The guy held up two cans of pineapple, and somehow angie ended up with ron y pina y pina - a rum and pineapple drink and a second glass of just pineapple juice. Whatever. At least it was expensive.
The roof was really pretty, but not worth the cost of drinks.
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We left there and left the hotel to try and find some dinner, since all we had really eaten that day was some croquetas. We got lazy and ended up at the place directly across from the hotel. Ang ordered nothing but some more ron y pina, Tracey got a burger because she "NEEDS MEAT" and I got some meatballs. The meatballs came out rather raw, but delicious. I think Tracey's burger was a little strange, but passable. Our rum and pineapples were delicious and made with our new favorite rum, Ron Barcelo. I force-fed Ang some meatballs after she declared that she was drunk.
We ended up in some deep girly conversation, and then more deep conversation, and then back at the hotel for more wine, and then bed. I think. I don't really remember. Gracias, ron y pina.
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