Friday night I went out and did some dancing at The Purple Onion. Had a few beers and then added two martinis. It all hit me about 30 seconds before I hit the bed at home (good timing), added to that, I was plenty tired. And just before that, I couldn’t find the $200 pesos I know I had when I walked out of the bar. So I didn’t pay the taxi anything. He didn’t come back the next day so I guess he found it.
The band stand.
Dancing!
Me and some ‘one night stand’ friends:
More bar back there:
Some of our newest and bestest friends ever! Now, what were their names?:
Couple of days later, when I go shopping. I’m in one of the little taxis that are all over the place. This trip cost me $60 pesos, but I had tons of groceries so couldn’t take the bus…$5 pesos for the bus.
Wow, you have a tan! Too bad – you are now banned from anywhere North of the 45th parallel. How sad for you.
Dangerous
Everybody’s so fucking TAN. QUIT that.