Tainting Purity
From the This Can't Possibly End Well files comes: Nacho Friendly Summer Travelling XXXtravaganza!
First up: Costa Rica. The land of Pura Vida, or "purified living", an institution I plan on crumbling.
In a scant few hours I'll be boarding a Lasca airlines flight, bound for Clarita's Beach Hotel, Sports Bar & Grille. I've never travelled internationally alone before, so this is going to be a grand experiment in social hilarity. I've been boning up on the culture and the main location I'm headed, a beach on the Pacific side of things called Jaco.
After the jump, you can see the contestants in the Miss Clarita's contest, and see some quotes describing the place I'm headed.
Here's what the internet has to say about Jaco:"Fellas, a word of advice if I may. If you go out in Jaco, dress comfortably, and treat the world as if it were your urinal. And I mean sandals, comfortable shorts, and t-shirts/wifebeaters, whatever. If you get all dressed up, like nice jeans, dress shirt, dress shoes-all you are going to do is sweat your jacobs off, and you aren't going to impress the ladies anyhow. What they really want is your money, and you aren't getting any unless you bring some. They really don't give a damn what you look like. I saw Penthouse & Maxim magazine-looking chicks walking out of the Beatle Bar (and the Blue Marlin and just about any other bar) with guys that could fit right in with any bowling team you've ever seen."
I'm not saying anything, but I won a free t-shirt from Jewel City Bowling in Glendale due to my prowess on the lanes.
Beard? Check. No undies? Check. No itinerary? Check. Situation that sounds precariously close to wanton disaster? Check.
Lets roll.
Nacho Friendly
PS - If I never come back, Hats can have my card collection.