Playing In The Sand Thursday 1/16/20

This is the second in a short series of Playing in The Sand entries. Here is the first.

A quickie now, since the fun and sun beckons.

Tuesday, late afternoon Mexico time, we straggled in from snowbound Seattle, after a surprisingly quick 5-ish hour flight, through the long line at customs,. The first thing that hits you is the wall of humidity. Grab an inexpensive night at the excellent Marriott Courtyard in Cancun. After some divine shrimp tacos and margaritas,my roomie and I caught some zzz’s, and hightailed it bright and early on 2 privately rented transport vans with some of the PITS/Sunday Night Dead Show crew (thank you Mama Bear M!). The kind hotel hospitality crew helped us stow our luggage, check in with CID, and get situated.

Checking in with M! First time meeting in person~

The day was a wonderful blur, meeting up with so many names/faces of folks that I had only meet briefly in the past, or only virtually on our Facebook music sites.

This is the first time PITS has been hosted at The Moon Palace Resort, and the facility is simply enormous. There are many, many excellent restaurants and bars, all with different ethnic foods, and a fantastic Grand Buffet. What a treat it was to chat with the immensely talented and super chill Jay Blakesberg for a few minutes after breakfast.

We actually “TRAIN”, not RAIN for this! With Jay Blakesberg and my lovely friend L.

There are several main hotels within the grounds, and Nizuc, which seems to be centrally located, has turned out to be Party Central, in the best of ways.

Yup, manifested the hell outta that Pina COlada! LOok at these beautiful faces. JOY!

I spent the day in a happy daze, sweaty and delirious, culminating in an evening meetup with the Sunday Night Dead Show/PITS meetup at the pool. Was able to visit with and share hugs and laughter with so many lovely people. I put away my camera, and just enjoyed.

These three amigas, R, S, and M~ epitomize joy!

Although I had been told about the phenomenon of swag meetups, I was unprepared for the abundance and variety of swag—hand designed and created Dead related items which people worked on for months—which they simply shared with no strings attached. These are items, ranging from buttons and jewelry, to stickers, hand sewn items and light up rings. By the end of the trip, the bag of swag I had was bursting at the seams…despite my lack of planning and reciprocity.

This is just from the walk back to my hotel room from the pool one day!

Although I had planned to write a running blog, I found that every damn minute was so jam packed that I simply could not hole up indoors to write. Fun and sun beckoned, new friendships were waiting to be forged. Love to all, no exceptions.

I think I may be a Lucky Fucker.