Treasure Hunt

Acapulco, Circa 1992
It was late December, the cold, dirty air in Mexico City began cooling down and I decided to visit my dad in Acapulco, Manuel "Tum Tum" decided to join and so we boarded a bus and before we knew it we were on our way. My old man, uncommonly tall, slim and overly suntanned, greeted us warmly. I had longed for his deep voice and sarcastic Wit. Tum Tum couldn't help but stare at the earrings and deep blue eyes of my nordic old sea wolf dad. After settling in the house and eating breakfast we headed to the yacht, an 41" 2 mast sky blue and navy blue Morgan Catalina Class, anchored at the yacht club and that was the head start for another irresponsible vacation in A-trap-ulco.
New Years Eve and I'm sporting a sand color linen suit, a white silk shirt and moccasins. We had ticket's to a party at the "Daily Planet" discotheque, a very 80's comic book place with no character whatsoever where we were sure to pick up a couple of bad girls and drink half the open bar while dancing and bump and grinding to Technotronic and Simple Minds. So we did, nothing like a night club with fuschia couches and curtains, go figure. Midnight and we are toasting with pink champagne on plastic flutes, dancing and drunk as construction workers, fun.
I think it was 4am when we walked out of that place, tum tum had a bottle of Hornitos and I had a bottle of Chivas... so we went, walking down the Costera Avenue, stoned drunk, drinking straight from the bottle, to a Luau on the beach at the Plaza (where I would marry many years later).
It wasn't really a party, maybe about 20 people and 2 bonfires, some smoking pot, some swimming. I sat down on the beach, by the entrance to the pool, drinking scotch until I passed out and the lights turned off.

I'm dreaming that I am a calzone in an oven... I can't move, I'm sweating, it's is so hot in here and ...I can't move.. I CAN'T MOVE!!! and I wake up and open my eyes.
The sun is a ball of fire, burning right above me, which tells me it's around 10am... I'm still at the beach, at the Plaza, it's new years day and I am completely surrounded by girls in their swimming suits and guys playing beach sports and this place is packed, it's overcrowded and I still can't move, that's when I realize I'm buried in the sand, up to my neck.
The folks exchanging Coppertone next to me became mildly bewildered to see, (as I began to uncover myself from the sand) that I was actually wearing a suit, which after being under the moist sand now looked more like paper mache or some vegetable long forgotten in the bottom shelf of the fridge. My silk shirt looked more like a mop and my Nunn Bush moccasins where nowhere to be found. So there I was, on all fours, digging in the sand looking for my shoes. On new years day almost close to noon, at one of the World's most famous resorts... I can't remember any other time in my life when I made so many people laugh at the exact same time.
I eventually found my shoes, walked in the Hotel, got a room and went back to sleep.
My dignity still remains buried, somewhere in Acapulco Beach.