My brother had his birthday in Mexico last year, plus I said I would attend. I had been there once before, so I knew what to expect, then the plane plus hotel were both all good. I got a kick out of the pools plus bars plus restaurants; When it came to the birthday, it seemed care about the enjoyable times were to be continued. That is, until I plopped my butt down. I had brought a little dress for the birthday party that was dressy but stylish at the same time. I hadn’t realized they weren’t going to have the celebrating inside. I figured they’d take advantage of the air conditioned ballroom at the Hyatt. Unfortunately, the chairs were a shiny sort of fake leather material, plus because of the heat plus our sweat, when I plopped my butt down, it sounded care about I farted. I assured our neighbors resting next to me that the noise was just the chair! After the birthday, at the after-party party, all of us were again outside in the heat plus not inside in the cooling air conditioner. I was baffled by this perverse decision. When I sat down at our table, again the chair barked loudly in an untoward way plus I got some awkward stares. The one saving grace was sitting at the bar. They had the late night party on a terrace, plus the bar was housed just inside. As soon as I skipped through the doors, I was relieved to guess cool air conditioner breathing its icy breath on me! After a few moments of drinking in the filtered air, I crossed my legs at the bar, thankfully without a squeak, plus ordered a caribbean cooler. I never wanted to get away from the bar ever again! In fact, that’s where I remained for most of the evening!