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Christmas 2009

Our Christmas 2009 was pretty awesome.  The best part was hanging out with friends – one of Jake’s friends had us over for dinner on Wednesday night, with plenty of wine drinking and some board games, and last night we went over to one of my friend’s  houses for Christmas dinner (and the hostess was Filipino so there was tons of amazing food).  Not to mention that my friend’s dad is extremely wealthy and had some projects in mind that led to him asking for Jake’s business card, always a good thing.

On Christmas Eve, we had a sushi lunch and then headed over to Fascinations, where Jake bought me a sexy red Santa’s helper dress with white trim complete with jingle bells, a thong, and a Santa hat (sorry, I couldn’t right-click). Continued

Party At the Drug Lord Palace (Dia Uno)

There was so much friggin’ cool stuff that happened on this trip, I can’t cover it all, but I’ll hit the highlights and try to embed as much of the insights as I can remember. I’ll cover Day 1 now to give you an idea of how ridiculous it was.

I took the 6:15 am flight out of Orlando to Puerta Plata (via Miami); arrived in DR around two-ish. A couple of first impressions about DR: There’s a cover charge to enter the country (US$10) that they collect while you’re in line at customs. I didn’t have any cash on me and the guy actually kicked me out of line and told me to borrow it from someone. There were no ATMs and obviously they don’t take credit card. A super awesome dude (father of a family) gave me the ten bucks and told me not to sweat it.

Continued