With all due respect, it’s not every day I take Craig‘s advice…
Yet as many of you were preparing to party this weekend I was emerged in a great escape to the country many Republicans want to fence out, Mexico.
That’s right, the land where I bought my first switchblade knife as a teenager after playing underage, cool guy in Nogales by going into a bar and ordering a Carta Blanca. Maybe drank like half of it or less, but it was the thought that counted.
This time out my Mexican destination of choice is Cabo. And while I won’t be bringing back any illegal cutlery, there’s all sorts of other ways to go wrong in the land down under. Like getting murdered or ransomed for vast sums to the good readers of KC Confidential. I doubt the Star would bail me at this point (although they and the Pitch would doubtless have fun covering the story).
However all of that’s highly unlikely, right?
And unlike Craig’s Puerto Rican wilding, my short trip is unlikely to involve any bimbo eruptions or dirty dancing.
I can and will pass along a few Jack Poessiger-like travel advice and observations.
For example I have a pair of warnings to pass along where travel in and out of KCI Airport is concerned.
First and foremost, whatever you do, do not be late for your 5:50 a.m. flight.
See, I’m an expert at being late for pretty much everything as most people who know me can attest to. It’s what I do.
Let me tell you though, it’s a long, lonely drive from KCI back to Prairie Village after you learn they’ve given away your seat to some other loser and you’ve ot eight hours to kill before the next flight. And it’s not even 6 a.m.
But all is well that eventually ends halfway well and less than eight hours later I was on my way to rubbing elbows with drug lords and cigarette-mooching Mexican police. Plus it was a "free" trip, so…
What wasn’t free that I suggest that you studiously avoid if you find yourself stranded and hungry at KCI is the Quinzos Sub station.
It’s one thing to get ripped off for a pair of small subs, a single, small drink and bag of chips for well over 20 bone. Quite another to try and choke down a turkey on whole wheat with mustard and veggies that can only be described as nasty.
For those with a low tolerance for slow news days, I’ll refrain from recounting the details, just heed my advice.
As for Cabo, it’s early and I have no true braking news outside of just having edited the story about Craig dirty dancing on his vaca. Other than maybe plug the Playa Grande resort if you’re looking for someplace tranquil, halfway affordable and fun within very close range of a party and shopping zone.
With excellent dining options that don’t entail getting wildly sick like the time I richocheted in and out of the Acapulco resort Las Brisas several years back.
I will say this, getting WIFI and on the Internet down here totally sucks. Hence the paucity of my postings. I’ll try to do better.