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Date:         Sun, 16 Aug 1992 02:47:00 EDT
From:         Gilbert Smith <N567126@NCSUADM.ACS.NCSU.EDU>
Subject:      WHTMIQR11
Comments: To: English Language Discussion Group <words-l@UGA.CC.UGA.EDU>

Wh....11
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41)  having performed our criminal acts for the day, we (-ggs
and tc) planned our last day in this marvelous figment of the
imagination of the Chamber of Commerce and boarded the city
bus for another tour of the market downtown....  Ate once
more at the breakfast restaurant where they acted like they
were working at Denny's and served us some great Huevos a la
veracruzana with bacon and everything.....  tc was in heaven,
STS....   Then we spent hours in the market and the shopping bug
hit -ggs hard, finally, on the last day.  He almost died because
he couldnt bring himself to buy a beautiful sterling silver box
for $360.....  and settle for some little earthenware piggy banks
that cost $2 each, the kind you have to break with a hammer to get
the money out....  tc, meanwhile, filled her bags with trinkets
too numerous to mention, loving every minute of it.  Throughout
the day we were harrassed by the vendors, who were in hysterics
because tc was wearing a t-shirt with the huge letters CHICAIGAO
(Chicago, but produced by the AIGA - American Institute of Graphic
Artists), and because -caigo- in Spanish means "I fall down" and
-caigao- is faintly reminiscent of -cagado-, which means "shat upon"
and everytime we walked by (which was often), every vendor would
yell -si caigo pero me levanto- (I fall on my ass but then I get
up) or something considerably more gross and then they would
yell something about "whiskers" and I would talk to them in
Spanish and they would accuse me of being Portuguese or Brazilian
and then tc went off by herself to buy more things and they all
asked "Donde esta Chicaigo?"  and try to sell me a whip to keep
her in line and suggest that she had run off with some third world
inhabitant, putting their forefingers to their forehead to
suggest the horns sprouting on my head.   We had *such* fun and
it was *so* great being in Mexico, which I had almost forgotten
after four years is a *terrific* place to be even in August.
And tc missed all that because she was buying silver trinkets and
getting really pissed when the vendors got irritated because she
is so *good* at bargaining that she got everything cheap and would
have stolen it if they had made a wrong move.  My tc is a fantastic
woman and she was *so* sweet before we moved in together.
42) Got back to the palace wink wink very tired and then actually
went swimming together in the pool, finally, and snuggled and cooed
and acted like chilren while the local inhabitants looked on and
wondered what was going on and while the hotel staff looked for
the two missing towels.
43)  Decided to eat a *good* meal in the hotel retaurant, but tc
pulled her usual routine of creating a crisis in the form of
just a touch of Moctezuma's revenge, so she sat and watched me
eat my Filet Minon (which was *very* oodgay) saying no thank you
I cant eat, but finally eating a El Cubano, which was much better
than mine several evenings before (since I ate half of hers, because
*sharing* food is very important to my tc and I do everything I can
to make her happy....)
44) Then, to the room to pack and try to find room for two enormous
contraband towels, -ggs being certain that we would be stopped and
searched upon leaving.  tc goes to bed and sleepy-sleep while -ggs
goes out on beach to say goodby to the sea.
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--ggs (last installment coming right up if we are living....)
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