Last night near midnight I got the daylights scared out of me.  I was watching a late night movie in bed lying on top of the covers in my scivies with my leg in its cast propped up on a pillow.  All of a sudden I hear a commotion outside my hotel room door.  Then a drunk young woman burst into my room followed by her equally drunk girlfriends.

I thought I'd locked my hotel room door from the inside, but evidently not quite.  In a Penthouse Forum letter I imagine the predicament might have been interesting.  But I have the build and look of Santa Claus, not to mention that I'm a 60 year old bachelor who hasn't dated in 8 years, so sexy to me it was not.  I can make myself laugh about it now, but to be on display to a group of inebriated young ladies there on my hotel room bed in my undies was not funny at the time.  I'm a sexual assault survivor, so it triggered my PTSD for the rest of the night and set me to having flashbacks that gave me insomnia I did not need.  Yee-haw.

One of the young ladies, seeing me, exclaimed in Spanish, "oh, we must have the wrong room!" to which I roared back in Spanish, "YA THINK?!"  The platoon of unsteady young women found traction at that point, and retreated out of my room to the courtyard to re-group and seek out the correct room in which they were actually staying.

They located it in time, and this morning they confessed all to the front desk manager, saying they thought I was going to kill them when they saw me there on display.  Ha!  As a Santa Claus type, not likely, but it does say a lot about how I do not enjoy being ogled in my undies.

Wow, I am so tired, and this was supposed to be a vacation here in Mexico.  I really can't wait until this stupid leg heals and I can get this cast off and lead a normal life again......  But I do know what happened last night probably was really funny, looking back on it now.  Wishing for a siesta while trying to lessen the flashbacks by taking that humorous approach.  Peer support for my sense of humor welcome.