PECHANGA II

Marilou and Chantel were already in room 1803 when I arrived. We all changed and headed off to the third floor where the pool and jacuzzi are. As we went down the elevator, a Pechanga guard walked into our elevator and looked drunk as hell. He wondered why we were going to the pool because he didn't know that it was open. The girls and I looked at each other, rolled our eyeballs and said, "here we go again!"

But the gate to the pool area was open and it was all good. We slipped into the pool first because it was really warm. I always wondered if I should shower before entering any kind of pool or jacuzzi, especially considering I hadn't bathed for a day or two. Oh well.

After a few paddles in the pool, we went into the jacuzzi. It was hot, but it was easy to get used to. I placed my lower back right into one of the jets and exhaled slowly. Boy did that feel good. We spent most of the time talking about me and Stephanie. I don't know why they are so interested, but I guess girls just love to gossip about each other. They'll be spending the next two years with each other so they always want to know all the juicy details. I didn't give them any because there was really nothing to give them. All I told them was that we're not even playing baseball. I may have gotten to first base, but the game it pretty much over already.

We walked back to the room and showered. I figured I'd give it a chance and asked as I closed the door, "so is anyone going to join me in here? No? Eh, you guys are boring!" It was more in jest than anything, but I wonder if I could have gotten them to do it?

Sarah and Charlotte finally arrived a little later and it was off to the club. Silk is a humongous lounge with a large dance floor and outdoor smoking area. It's very comfortable, but it was way too big to make it look like anything was happening tonight. We didn't even have to use our free passes tonight because it was pretty dead.

There were definitely some cuties up in there, but I can never figure out how to approach them. One I thought was a bit too tall and another I thought was a bit too slutty. So I ended up talking to these two girls who were dancing next to us earlier.

The cute one was named Susie and although she wasn't really pretty, what attracted me to her were her tattoes. She had one on her lower back and I noticed one on the back of her neck. They were from Temecula and they were bored. Susie was half-Filipino and half-German. I don't know what it is about these mixed breeds that get me going so much. I guess it's because they look so different, but for me, nearly everything with a little white in it goes a long way.

She said she worked for the FBI but that it was so secret, that's all she could say. It sounded like bullshit, but she kept going on about it so I figured she might actually be telling the truth. She said she can be called at any time, but for now, she's been hanging out for two months without a call. They wanted to dance and when I asked her how we could continue the conversation, she said she would be smoking or hanging out on the dance floor throughout the night. I returned to the girls a little dejected because I thought I could get a number at least.

"Don't even trip - you can do better than that." Thanks wing girls.