Pinche Guero…
Esmeralda, Rocky, and another teacher came to visit Mexico City on Saturday. For the night I moved into a hotel, because a shared hotel room is cheaper than a room in a hostel. We went out at night, but had a lot of trouble finding a good “antro” (bar). We payed $5.00 to get into this one place, but there was nobody dancing. Just before returning to our hotel at about 3 AM, we found a good place open until 7, but at that point we weren`t going to pay the cover of $10.00. We decided instead to go to sleep.
Esmeralda and I decided to dance on our balcony for a while first, and in the end we probably didn`t sleep more than an hour. I felt fine for most of Sunday, but as soon as I got on the metro I was ready to pass out. The bus ride was difficult, and I felt extroardinarily tired when I arrived in Taxco. I slept at about 10:30.
So, because I had already moved out of the hostel, and because my friends were leaving also, I decided that it was time to head out of Mexico City. The city was fun, and it offered endless opportunities, but I found myself spending far too much money, and going out every night with other foreigners. I just wasn`t getting enough from the city, I didn`t feel like it was a place from which I could grow or learn. Esmeralda told me she liked Taxco, so here I am.
This morning, after finally finding a laundromat, I began to wander randomly around the city. A guess addressed me in English, and invited me in his house. Aware of the risks, I decided to go in. It turns out that he and his friend were really good people. They were taking some Coke, but I obviously declined their offer of a line for myself. We left together for a park well away from the city center.
The bus ride was surreal. I am now apparently part of a gang called the Eagles, and they wouldn`t stop yelling the whole way to the park. We drank tequila on the bus, and it seemed that everyone had something to say to the “Pinche Guero.” In the park, we drank more. I left with one guy to get some more beer (Caguamas, 1 Liter bottles), and when we returned the others were gone. They took my backpack (the little one) with them, so I guess I`ll have to find that tomorrow. With this kid, I began my descent looking for the backpack. We met this other guy, and with him I headed into the woods on a “shortcut” back to the road. As it turns out, this guy was trying to get me drunk so I would have sex with him. Luckily I wasn`t yet so fucked up, and I told him to fuck off. We went back to the road eventually and I made my way back to the center. I took a pickup truck with 20 people piled in the back most of the way, and then I got off, thinking I was close to the original English-speaker`s house. It turns out I was quite far from the center, so I went the rest of the way in the back of an SUV with about 7 other people. Though it was a horrible trip, at the very least it makes a good story.
In case you couldn`t tell, I`m writing this fairly drunk. I hope it`s understandable enough….
Keep it real, motherfuckers.
Dan
Tags: Mexico
Neocoltrane
November 8th, 2005 at 10:42 am
HAHAHAHAAA
Dan, i can’t tell you how much fun it is to read this.
Glad your ass-sanctity is still virgin.
Better to lose that little backpack than the man-cherry.
PEACE
The Wrasslin Hebe
PS. I’m not sure why i feel so much like Sweeney right now.
PPS. hahahahaha i love it
PPPS. I’m thinking of becoming the first rum-drunk bike messenger in DC
PPPPS. “In case you couldn’t tell…”
November 8th, 2005 at 11:03 am
reedy kirill and I got shit obliterated on saturday. We were about a second from getting in a fist fight with each other ahahahha. He puked i did not.
November 8th, 2005 at 5:35 pm
Nice story, except I think that the guy was just fucking with you when he said that he wanted to have sex with you. You should know by now the secret about mexico that everybody knows since you’ve spent enough time in the country: there are no gay mexicans, they don’t exist. Anyways, I did puke, as travis the unpuking said, my first time in umass. First time for everything.
Keep it real puta
Kirillio
PS Writing PS’s is the new fad.
PPS Pat on the back for me for being the first non-hebrew post on this entry.
PPPS Rum is awesome
PPPPS Vodka is better, shame on you Shapiro
PPPPPS Shoutout to my A-town homies
November 14th, 2005 at 10:15 am
DANN DONT LET ANY OF UR RUBBERS BREAK!!!!
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