by James Tuttle
This may come as some surprise for our readers who check in regularly but I don’t have anything new to report from the world of reality television this week, unless it’s about a new show called “James Tuttle’s Stunningly Beautiful Holiday and What to Wear on It.” Yes, I’m writing to you from sunny Mexico, where Scott and I have escaped for a week of fun and relaxation. And, no, I don’t think any network would bankroll a show about me going on vacation, as much as I’d like them to.
Our usual destination has normally been lovely Puerto Vallarta but we decided to try something different and settled on Los Cabos, though I began to regret this decision on the flight down because the plane was full of people that, to put it delicately, weren’t really the kind of people I was hoping to spend my holiday looking at. Americans traveling abroad aren’t generally icons of grace and style with their enormous tee shirts and ill-fitting shorts and this bunch was no different in that regard.
As we waited in the line to have our passports stamped, though, I noticed that there was something particularly disturbing about this lot. It wasn’t the startling girth that entire families had in common, nor was it the black and white faux Chanel tote that the heavily tattooed guy was holding as his heavily tattooed lady friend fished for something in her other fake bag. It was something more collectively shabby that I was finally able to pinpoint: they had “poor people” hair. I know that sounds terribly snobbish but it’s really the only way to accurately describe this look that I don’t even have to explain now because you know exactly what I’m talking about. So there.
This trend was less pronounced once we were in Mexico and we separated into our different destinations and much of the crowd dispersed toward Spring Break-ish Cabo San Lucas while we headed east toward the quieter San José del Cabo and the beautiful Cabo Azul Resort.
The resort itself is quite breathtaking, the accommodations and staff are top-notch, even if San José is a little quiet now just before the High Season really kicks off. We couldn’t be happier but I have to warn you that this isn’t the old Mexico where you come for a cheap vacation and a donkey show. With $12 drinks and $60 steaks, these prices are more like Manhattan. I don’t even want to ask how much a donkey show would cost.
Scott and I don’t travel so well when it’s just the two of us because we have different vacation goals. Scott usually likes to sleep and I like to have a plan. To remedy this little hiccough, we had our wonderful friend Kelly join us because we love her company and she’s also a great buffer. I’d forgotten how no-nonsense she was when it comes to some things, like getting free stuff and discounts and asking the hard-hitting questions. By the end of her first day, she’d already insisted we adopt a baby girl (No.), asked if we shared all our finances (It’s complicated.) and asked which of us was the top. Actually, she glossed over that last one but you get the idea.
We’ve been here for a few days now and agreed that, as beautiful as the resort and its world-class spa are, there isn’t much human eye candy. Besides us, in fact, there are only three cute guys: The Australian Guy with the Legs, The Guy in the Black Baseball Cap and The Blond Rolled-up Jeans Guy. And don’t get me started on what people are wearing around here. In contrast to a few dapper gents who invariably turn out to be wealthy Mexicans, the Americans are not bringing it, so to speak. Kelly pointed out that many of them remind her of David Spade’s “Joe Dirt” character with their tropical print shirts and baggy tank tops, neither of which is good camouflage for beer bellies and wild torso hair. And it really isn’t that hard, people. I can pack a carry-on for a week at the beach in under three minutes and look pretty damn put-together for the entire time.
I wasn’t always so savvy on packing for hot climates, though. For my first trip to tropical Puerto Vallarta on an October many years ago, I’d left the packing until the night before, as I still do, and Killough happened to ring just as I was contemplating an enormous pile of clothes that included cashmere turtlenecks, dinner jackets and some amazing Raf Simons trousers.
“What are you doing?” asked Killough.
“I’m really having trouble packing for tomorrow,” I said. “I’ve never been to Puerto Vallarta and I don’t know what to take.”
“Well, it’s a resort so take resort clothes,” Killough answered quite sensibly.
My resort experience at that point was limited to Cannes, St. Tropez and other towns along the French Riviera during the early Nineties, so I took that to mean designer looks in a palette of mostly black. When I walked into the palatial lobby, possibly the first guest of my newly opened Vallarta hotel with my vintage luggage and dressed head-to-toe in black Gucci, the staff thought I was a damn movie star. It worked for a big entrance but it wasn’t the best strategy for an entire week’s holiday in a tropical Mexican getaway, unless you like to sweat and be uncomfortable. I’ve learned from my mistakes, though, and those vacationing experiences have made me an expert at vacation packing.
So, guys, here’s what to pack for your beach or tropical holiday:
- Swim Trunks: These are top priority, of course, and you should pack several pair so you don’t repeat them too often. Hell, take every pair you have. They’re small!
- Cargo shorts: They’re easy and practical and can serve as a post-swim cover-up or just as your pants. I know that my gay polo friend Chip McKinney hates them with a passion but pack a couple of pair anyway, hopefully in olive and tan. I promise I won’t tell him.
- Lightweight cotton trousers: Unless you’re planning to wear long trousers a lot, a single pair in a neutral color will suffice. You can roll up the bottoms to make them look different and more current, too.
- White cotton shirts: I’m going to be specific here because these are lifesavers in a hot climate and you will look like the coolest guy in Belize if you pull it off. Get three or four long-sleeved button-down shirts in the thinnest cotton, nearly sheer if possible. You can roll up the sleeves if you want a short-sleeved shirt or you can cover up with them when you’ve had too much sun. They are also the best things to wear out for dinner when a jacket is too hot. I have some from Armani and Dolce and Gabbana but you can probably find some at Banana Republic, too.
Loose, cotton tees: I prefer lightweight boxy tee shirts in colors like dark green and gray that don’t cling to the body and mask the inevitable little traces of perspiration that come with the climate.
- Leather sandals and walking shoes: Shoes are a tough call on these trips. You want to be able to walk long distances but be cool and look good all at the same time. I always pack a pair of leather sandals for pool or dinner and a pair of deck shoes for going longer distances.
- Workout clothes and sneakers: I know, I know, it’s your vacation so why would you want to work out while you’re away? I’ll tell you why: So you’re not a fat fuck when you get home. Your co-workers will be envious of your fabulous tan for about 2.5 days, which is roughly the amount of time it takes for them to notice your gut hanging over your belt. Sweat out that tequila as you go and you’ll have more fun the whole trip.
In the end, you’ll probably have a fabulous time no matter what you’re wearing. Just remember that the pictures will follow you forever.