I have been blessed.
Many may recall that I posted of a perfect day when I visited LA for the “I Am Harvey Milk” concert. Yesterday I had another such day, and I honestly feel blessed to be so lucky.
Yesterday didn’t start off so hot– heavy rain and breezy and chilly. But the rain stopped, and I got a text from Joshua (a guy I’ve been hanging out with for the past few days).
We decided to wander and find a place to drink. We ended at Sapphires on the beach (modern, clean, great drinks). This is him:
Before you get any ideas, he lives in LA and is happily partnered. But he’s super nice and he and his travel companion Jesse have been great to let me latch on and hang with them.
Anyway, since the sun came out and the temperature got perfect, we decided to head to Blue Chairs to soak up rays and “the beach”.
Everything was perfect. Sun. Temperature. Company. No crowds. Calm. Perfect mellow buzz with beer.
Since it was rainy/cloudy when we started Josh and I were completely unprepared for the beach. No trunks. No sunscreen. No sunglasses. So we bought sunglasses from a vendor. And then I borrowed sunscreen from guys nearby– which then allowed us to meet and talk with a pack of hot, hot men who were all super friendly.
Eventually I just said “fuck it” and walked around in my underwear (boxer briefs) — which is what I was wearing when I met Herve and Patric, the French Canadian couple.
As Josh can attest, I had been drooling over this couple for the past three days. Literally drooling– not even figuratively. They were bearded. Furry. Handsome. Tattooed. And did I mention French-Canadian??
Anyway, I ended up chatting with them. Then Josh came over. And we all started talking. And then we were sitting with them and sharing the rest of the afternoon.
Together we all watched the sun set on this now gorgeous day.
Then it was off to dinner with Josh and Jesse. We stumbled upon a restaurant called Trattoria Michel and had the best food I’d had since being here. Quite fantastic.
Josh, being from LA is a bit of a foodie, and he was quite pleased. We even had not normal appetizers for me. One had grilled fresh octopus (OMG!!) and the other was sauted chicken liver (also really good).
And then it was off to my “date” with Herve and Patric.
While at the beach we set up a rendez-vous for 10 pm. Evidently they quite liked me, and I them. And I do parlez the Francais, so….
I’m not going to go into many (read: any) details, but… Wow. Just… Wow. Les pant! Les pant! Les Puff! Le sigh.
And during i excitedly told them that this was my first, official “ménage a trois”, because, you know. French!
They burst out giggling and proclaimed me tres charmant.
When I drifted off to sleep back at my hotel room a few hours later, it was with a smile on my face.
What an awesome last evening in Puerto Vallarta.