Hey Cirque, did you forget your trampoline?

I was in Mexico last week, to attend the wedding of Andrea's friend. It may have been OK, but it was on the heels of a trip to Barcelona, Spain, where I had spent the previous week working (more at a later time). I had a 6am flight back to the US and then had to leave the next day for Mexico. I wasn't able to relax until about the 3rd-4th day.

However, we were quite entertained by a man I affectionately dubbed "Cirque". This guy appeared as French as you could get, not only by the apparent suicidal swimsuit (if this look isn't a "swimsuit" or "bathing suit" nothing is), but he did have the pasty black haired look like he didn't know much English among a group of Texans.

Betty: "He Pierre, why don't you come to Mexico with us, you'd have fun?"

Preston:"Are you kidding, he'd embarrass us."

Betty:"What could he possible do to embarrass us?"

Every time this man walked around, he was the toast of the town. Thankfully, no one was openly laughing at him to his face, but he was certainly a talkative sight to see. Andrea was able to snap this picture while I was getting us more drinks to combat the effects of tainted water and ice.