The Mexican Diaries - Drunk and Drunker

Well, we are back from our week in the sun and I don't even know where to begin. Therefore, instead of making you read one big long lengthy blog (although I know you all would) I shall instead give you little individual stories. This will also hopefully allow my memory of it all to come back! So, first off, we haven't even left YVR yet (refer to my previous blog as to why) and there is a bit of entertainment.

Dave and I are sitting by our gate, waiting for the damn plane to arrive from Calgary when we see two people beelining toward us in a stumbling sort of way. They approach and fall (and I do mean fall) into the two seats beside us. They are a brother and sister duo who I shall refer to as Drunk (the sister) and Drunker (the brother). I do want to note here that upon arriving in Mexico, we met many people who knew exactly who these two were. Anyways...Drunk is trembling with anxiety and looks like a nervous wreck, telling us she has never been on vacation, she is worrying about flying,and generally does not know how it all works (listen to the announcements lady!) while at the same time trying to keep Drunker's voice to an inside volume. Drunker all out drunk. Like ugly, obnoxious drunk. And he's loudly yapping at Dave, asking him why he's not drinking, as Dave tries very hard to ignore him. Drunker proudly tells us he arrived at the airport, bought a bottle at Duty Free and drank it. This is fairly obvious from the stench of liquor coming off of him. They are both slurrily trying to involve us in conversation. I politely suggest to Drunker that he might want to put some mint gum in his mouth or he may be staying put. Why I get myself involved in a conversation like that, I don't know. I now think Drunker may assault me and I take it all back, now having Drunker want to hug me. All the while Drunk is trying to insit that Drunker should eat a burger. I do manage to thankfully ascertain that we are not seated near them. This whole thing is both sad and entertaining at the same time. Dave and I finally manage to extract ourselves from their presence to get another Starbuck's. Which I'm not sure either of us really wanted, but I was pretty sure Drunker wasn't interested in coffee.

We come back to the gate, place ourselves away from Drunk and Drunker with another young couple and start making bets on whether this guy is getting on the plane. I figure there is no way this guy is going to be allowed to board. The four of us decide to wait to the end so we can watch what we are sure will be a show. So we sit and wait. People board. More people board. Last call for boarding. Damn it! Drunk and Drunker seem to be waiting for our cue (Drunk is literally holding Drunker up). So we board. We still all figure there is no way this guy is getting on the plane. His frail looking little sister can barely hold him up for God's sakes!

But wouldn't you know it...as we're settling in our seats, there they are. Walking right past their own seats, obviously confused before figuring out they have walked way past their seats. We take off. We're flying. I figure Drunker must have passed out. As I take a walk to the front of the plane part way through our flight I see him, still yammering away to some poor souls who drew the short straw and got seated beside him.

Now I realize this may not be the most entertaining story of our trip, but if you can just imagine two really drunk people who haven't got a clue as to what's going on, it really was funny. And of course, sad. And I just had to tell it.