The impenetrable gay force

Just a few days into work and I already feel like I have been here a month. I woke up a few hours before work started in the afternoon and used the opportunity to lounge by the massive pool under another faultless sky and get some rays. After having stared jealously out the doors of the bar for a few days now (sans the tropical rainstorm the first day of my work), it was my time to shine. Boom.

Work was good, again, and I kept learning more Spanish. This is gonna be great guns for my bilingual efforts!! Dammit, I will return with additional tongue capibilities!!

Afterwards, a couple of the workers were keen to get on it, and despite starting at 9am the next day, I agreed. A few beers, a topless swim and a good old dance later, and we were en route to Cuba Libre again. I convinced an Asian-looking Aussie guy to come, and had a few others from the hostel including some guests. My recent hook-up, which I now realised would be a repeat performance due to ability to keep a secret (wonder how long that would last), didn`t want to come but I wanted to hang out with my new gay best friend P that works here. Such a darling!!

We had a good dance at the club, but it was hardly full compared to our Friday night visit, and after a couple of titty tequila shots, me and aforementioned gay friend admitted we were drunk and called it quits. One guest, an American girl, had caused a fuss when P refused to give into her come-ons, making him frustrated and me kinda laugh that she wouldn`t believe he was gay. And I mean gay. Ha! Such a difference to my experiences n gay clubs in Rio... couldn`t fight them off quicker!

As we were walking to the further cab rank to get a cheaper fare, the American girl stormed off back up the hill and the Aussie guy ran after her. That was not unusual, considering that after he´d given me a crack and got turned down (felt like he was just doing it cos I wasn`t wearing underwear and had a tongue ring - his admittance) and the girl had had the same happen with the gay guy. Also, he kinda annoyed me by not really socialising and making me feel like I had to babysit him... so we waited until we grew too impatient and I remembered I had to work early the next day, and I got a cab back. "A la cementario" was all I said to the driver. I think.