Mexico: the full story (pretty much...)
Michele and her man were nice enough to take me away to mexico for my birthday. i have never been out of the country, and nogalas doesn't really count. michele and i tried to sneak out the door with a few extra pillows, when my father asked what the hell we were doing. i replied, "we're going to mexico!" as we ran to the car and sped off to freeway. the drive there went fast, with devin driving and michele and i belting out the lyrics to all our favorite songs on my ipod. we sparked up a blunt and suddenly every car was a cop. we made it safely across the border.
michele's father owns a condo in rocky point, so we make our way there to unload our shit and get ready to get plastered. we get there and the locks are changed. michele and i break into the window only to find that someone had been staying there. we immediately jump to the conclusion that this guy is some crazy serial killer, and get the fuck out of there. we cruise around in the dirt roads for a while when michele's dad finally calls us back, and he tells us to go to his friends house, Lewis. Lewis is from England, and still has a strong accent. He got deported by his angry ex wife and he is a middle aged pot smoking character. have you ever heard a dude with an english accent speak fluent spanish? it's crazy.
Lewis welcomes the company with open arms and he sleeps on the couch and gives me the extra room. you don't get this kind of hospitality in america. our first stop was a restaurant called the friendly dolphin, where i had a few long island ice teas. michele and i decided to abuse our privleges in mexico and we go and buy a bottle of hypnotic that ended up not being touched until the end of the trip. it's was getting late and i guess in mexico everything closes early on wednesdays. except for margaritaville. michele and i get a little over excited because of the jimmy buffet song. we get there, get trashed and before you know it michele and i are letting strange men do body shots off of us and everyone in the bar is getting free shots of tequila for it. we were the life of the party and we danced with the owners of the bar. we ended up walking out on the tab, but i don't think they minded at all because of all the entertainment we provided for the evening. we leave and decide to make a night visit at the beach. michele and i rolled up our jeans and skipped around in the water.
the plan for the next morning was to wake up early and go to the beach to witness the dolphins, but it was just wishful thinking. all three of us ended up smashing our alarms and rolling back over for sleep. we didn't wake up too late, and our day wasn't wasted thank god. we decided to hit the shops but we didn't buy anything. i felt too bombarded with , "for you almost free!" i need to get better at that bargaining thing...we went to the beach and visited the restaurant next to it. i again had a few long island ice teas and then michele and i stripped to our bathing suits and ran to the shore. the water was perfect but it seemed like we were the only ones brave enough to bear it. we took a break and then went back to the shops. we got three boogie boards for 20 bucks, which was a good deal and a worthy purchase. man was that fucking fun, even though i lost my belly button ring...i should have known better and taken it out. oh well.
then we ended up bar hopping with some bikers...which was interesting. i guess once a year they hold a motorcycle rally down there. we had a whole mob of them following us to jj's at cholla bay. we returned to Lewis' that night and passed the fuck out. we said our good byes the next morning and gave Lewis the rest of our bud as a thank you. we stopped once more in cholla bay for breakfast and then i finished off the bottle of hypnotic with a vicodin and slept the rest of the way home.
i didn't want to come back.
michele's father owns a condo in rocky point, so we make our way there to unload our shit and get ready to get plastered. we get there and the locks are changed. michele and i break into the window only to find that someone had been staying there. we immediately jump to the conclusion that this guy is some crazy serial killer, and get the fuck out of there. we cruise around in the dirt roads for a while when michele's dad finally calls us back, and he tells us to go to his friends house, Lewis. Lewis is from England, and still has a strong accent. He got deported by his angry ex wife and he is a middle aged pot smoking character. have you ever heard a dude with an english accent speak fluent spanish? it's crazy.
Lewis welcomes the company with open arms and he sleeps on the couch and gives me the extra room. you don't get this kind of hospitality in america. our first stop was a restaurant called the friendly dolphin, where i had a few long island ice teas. michele and i decided to abuse our privleges in mexico and we go and buy a bottle of hypnotic that ended up not being touched until the end of the trip. it's was getting late and i guess in mexico everything closes early on wednesdays. except for margaritaville. michele and i get a little over excited because of the jimmy buffet song. we get there, get trashed and before you know it michele and i are letting strange men do body shots off of us and everyone in the bar is getting free shots of tequila for it. we were the life of the party and we danced with the owners of the bar. we ended up walking out on the tab, but i don't think they minded at all because of all the entertainment we provided for the evening. we leave and decide to make a night visit at the beach. michele and i rolled up our jeans and skipped around in the water.
the plan for the next morning was to wake up early and go to the beach to witness the dolphins, but it was just wishful thinking. all three of us ended up smashing our alarms and rolling back over for sleep. we didn't wake up too late, and our day wasn't wasted thank god. we decided to hit the shops but we didn't buy anything. i felt too bombarded with , "for you almost free!" i need to get better at that bargaining thing...we went to the beach and visited the restaurant next to it. i again had a few long island ice teas and then michele and i stripped to our bathing suits and ran to the shore. the water was perfect but it seemed like we were the only ones brave enough to bear it. we took a break and then went back to the shops. we got three boogie boards for 20 bucks, which was a good deal and a worthy purchase. man was that fucking fun, even though i lost my belly button ring...i should have known better and taken it out. oh well.
then we ended up bar hopping with some bikers...which was interesting. i guess once a year they hold a motorcycle rally down there. we had a whole mob of them following us to jj's at cholla bay. we returned to Lewis' that night and passed the fuck out. we said our good byes the next morning and gave Lewis the rest of our bud as a thank you. we stopped once more in cholla bay for breakfast and then i finished off the bottle of hypnotic with a vicodin and slept the rest of the way home.
i didn't want to come back.