Tijauana
So a big thing here when you go to school in San Diego is going to TJ, soley because the drinking age there is 18. I had so far escaped this rite of passage until last night.
The night began with a mile and a half walk from he border to the actual club. Since no one told me we would be making this treck, and I was under the impression we were going to take a cab like everyone else, I wore 3 inch heels. Let me tell you, that was not fun. In addition, the people Ryan and I were with would barely do us the decency of walking slowly so we could keep up with them, since I had to walk slowly due to my poor choice in footwear and Ryan, being as wonderful as he his, kept pace with me. So I am pretty upset and in pain when we get there, although a few Margaritas and a Long Island ice tea later, I was everyone's best friend. Ryan and I danced a little, which was fun since I love dancing and hadn't really gotten a chance to do it all year. I did, however, have to physically hold him back twice when some guy hit on our friend Kate, who is our friend Drew's girlfriend. I can't imagine what would have happened if someone had hit on me. But all in all, the club part of it was fun.
Now, we took a party bus to get down there; one that didn't come back to pick us up until 5. The club died around 3, so by the time we go to the place where the bus was going to pick us back up, we still had an hour and a half to kill. In the freezing ucking cold. Wearing a low cut tank top, jeans, and standing with bare feet on the ground. Fun. I really think that I caught a slight case of hypothermia, because even after we got back, i changed into pajamas, and climbed into my warm bed, I didn't stop shivering for about an hour.
Lesson learned: Bring a fucking jacket, and don't wear heels.
The night began with a mile and a half walk from he border to the actual club. Since no one told me we would be making this treck, and I was under the impression we were going to take a cab like everyone else, I wore 3 inch heels. Let me tell you, that was not fun. In addition, the people Ryan and I were with would barely do us the decency of walking slowly so we could keep up with them, since I had to walk slowly due to my poor choice in footwear and Ryan, being as wonderful as he his, kept pace with me. So I am pretty upset and in pain when we get there, although a few Margaritas and a Long Island ice tea later, I was everyone's best friend. Ryan and I danced a little, which was fun since I love dancing and hadn't really gotten a chance to do it all year. I did, however, have to physically hold him back twice when some guy hit on our friend Kate, who is our friend Drew's girlfriend. I can't imagine what would have happened if someone had hit on me. But all in all, the club part of it was fun.
Now, we took a party bus to get down there; one that didn't come back to pick us up until 5. The club died around 3, so by the time we go to the place where the bus was going to pick us back up, we still had an hour and a half to kill. In the freezing ucking cold. Wearing a low cut tank top, jeans, and standing with bare feet on the ground. Fun. I really think that I caught a slight case of hypothermia, because even after we got back, i changed into pajamas, and climbed into my warm bed, I didn't stop shivering for about an hour.
Lesson learned: Bring a fucking jacket, and don't wear heels.