Acapulco was an awesome experience, and I’m sure it will reverberate through my life in one form or the other for years to come.
As much as I enjoyed the 22 days of indescribable noise, debauchery, and never-ending parties, I am happy to come back to a place of sanity. As I lay on my bed, I keep thinking, it doesn’t seem real to be home. This has to be some sort of daydream. I keep waiting on some frat boys to start a chant while one of their comrades hangs upside down with beer pouring out of his nose, or some other equally intelligent alternative. But it never comes. In fact, I haven’t seen one person passed out face down in a puddle of last night’s Corona since I’ve been home! I went to the mall today and the women were wearing clothes, not just brightly colored pieces of string – strange.