speificamente para sandrita
SO.....
i kiss a new boy every weekend. being exotic here is both my virtue and my vice. i sort of have a crush on this guy who is nicknamed obama. he has an afro. he plays in a band that is like famous within Oaxaca so i'm super honored and even more shy whenever he wants to kiss me. he definitely doesn't look like someone id be attracted to but so be it.
anyways! with that said,
last night shannon and i went to the zocolo because we wanted some wine. we ended up getting this pitcher of wine with fresh fruits and stuff. it had a little bit of vodka in it so it wasn't sangria. anyways as we were drinking and eating and relaxing i ended up noticing who we sat next to. THE TWO MOST GORGEOUS MEN EVER. they were seriously like supermodels. anyways, as we were smoking a cigarette, one of them came up to our table and asked for a light.
we gave him one and he invited us to sit with them. we almost died. so we sit with them, we chitchat. we end up paying our bill and going to a bar with them.
first they take us to this little kid bar. it was seriously where the 15 year olds get drunk. while we're drinking a beer the ENTIRE BAR erupts in a fight. girls are bleeding, boys are on the floor in utter pain. it was insane. my guy ended up protecting us which made me swoon even more. anyways then we left and went to another bar.
we end up at a bar that's next to the bar obama is playing at. awkward. the boys buy us this tequila/squirt drink that was served in cups as big as my forearm. we dance. our boys worked out perfectly because my guy couldn't speak english at all and shannon's guy wanted to practice english.
kisskisskissblablabla. my guy was so beautiful. omgz.
anyways, my guy is a psychiatrist and was tired from working all day so around three we called it a night. they decided to walk us home which was nice. but as we were walking home these drunk girls started following us and said, loosely translated, that white girls are easy which is why we were with these guys. that set shannon off and we basically had this girl fight in the middle of the street around 3:30 in the morning. anyways that's that.
the boys drop us off and we decide we still want a beer even though it was almost 4 in the morning so we leave again and walk downtown.
i love that shannon lives downtown!
we decide to go to the bar obama was playing at because the bartenders are super nice to us and give us 100peso shots that they light on fire which makes the whole table light on fire and the whole bar looks. FREE. plus, they taste like cinammon. shannon and i think that with all the fire the alcohol dies out completely which is why they are delicious but they're so yummy we don't care.
anyways, we walk back out to that bar and it's closed. we usually go there at like 5am to get beers so we were like WTF. obama was nowhere to be found but we said hey to the drummer and singer and left looking for some street food.
the corn place we wanted was nowhere to be found so we decided to just go home. so we're walking a few blocks from downtown to shannon's house and there is a guy on the other side of the street. he was walking at the same pace as us but on the other side so we didn't really think anything of it. then he crosses the street and talks to us about how drunk he is and asks us, basically, to be some company for him on his walk home. we were like uhhhhhh, okay that's sketchy. but we were too far from downtown to do anything about it so we let it be.
we get to shannons house and the guy, who is our age, begins almost crying and telling us he's is too drunk and doesn't know where he is. me being stupid gives him directions back to santo domingo. while i'm talking to him shannon is trying to unlock her house but her key wasn't working. after like 5 minutes of awkward time she opens the door and pushes me inside. but as she pushes me inside, the guy i was being nice to and giving directions grabs my purse and starts running. but i catch him right in time and kick him REALLY HARD and shannon comes over to my side and hits him bad. shannon cussed at him in english which i thought was cute and he ran the fuck away. but now i have a HUUUUUUUGE bruise on both my arms from his attempt at stealing my purse and my favorite hnm bag is broken forever. i was so suprised in myself for being so violent and not passive at all though.
anyways he get inside and we're both shaking from adrenaline and fear and the whole commotion woke her house up. so we explain to this tiny little host mama what happened and she basically said she was proud of us for fighting but to never do that again because of knives. we got lucky.
i ended up passing out with shannon on her bed and woke up at 10 to walk home. i got home almost at 11 and told my family the story. my mama here is a psychologist and she said that passive people usually work best under pressure because they become agressive which is why i was so shocked in myself.
and that was saturday night.
woihteroigherogehrgioehrgeiogheiogheg
and today i went to a funeral with my family. i love my family so freaking much.
it was terribly awkward for us all since we didn't really know the family of the guy that died so we all went out and got nieves, which is sort of like ice cream. it's my favorite food in all of mexico and i love them for getting me some.
i kiss a new boy every weekend. being exotic here is both my virtue and my vice. i sort of have a crush on this guy who is nicknamed obama. he has an afro. he plays in a band that is like famous within Oaxaca so i'm super honored and even more shy whenever he wants to kiss me. he definitely doesn't look like someone id be attracted to but so be it.
anyways! with that said,
last night shannon and i went to the zocolo because we wanted some wine. we ended up getting this pitcher of wine with fresh fruits and stuff. it had a little bit of vodka in it so it wasn't sangria. anyways as we were drinking and eating and relaxing i ended up noticing who we sat next to. THE TWO MOST GORGEOUS MEN EVER. they were seriously like supermodels. anyways, as we were smoking a cigarette, one of them came up to our table and asked for a light.
we gave him one and he invited us to sit with them. we almost died. so we sit with them, we chitchat. we end up paying our bill and going to a bar with them.
first they take us to this little kid bar. it was seriously where the 15 year olds get drunk. while we're drinking a beer the ENTIRE BAR erupts in a fight. girls are bleeding, boys are on the floor in utter pain. it was insane. my guy ended up protecting us which made me swoon even more. anyways then we left and went to another bar.
we end up at a bar that's next to the bar obama is playing at. awkward. the boys buy us this tequila/squirt drink that was served in cups as big as my forearm. we dance. our boys worked out perfectly because my guy couldn't speak english at all and shannon's guy wanted to practice english.
kisskisskissblablabla. my guy was so beautiful. omgz.
anyways, my guy is a psychiatrist and was tired from working all day so around three we called it a night. they decided to walk us home which was nice. but as we were walking home these drunk girls started following us and said, loosely translated, that white girls are easy which is why we were with these guys. that set shannon off and we basically had this girl fight in the middle of the street around 3:30 in the morning. anyways that's that.
the boys drop us off and we decide we still want a beer even though it was almost 4 in the morning so we leave again and walk downtown.
i love that shannon lives downtown!
we decide to go to the bar obama was playing at because the bartenders are super nice to us and give us 100peso shots that they light on fire which makes the whole table light on fire and the whole bar looks. FREE. plus, they taste like cinammon. shannon and i think that with all the fire the alcohol dies out completely which is why they are delicious but they're so yummy we don't care.
anyways, we walk back out to that bar and it's closed. we usually go there at like 5am to get beers so we were like WTF. obama was nowhere to be found but we said hey to the drummer and singer and left looking for some street food.
the corn place we wanted was nowhere to be found so we decided to just go home. so we're walking a few blocks from downtown to shannon's house and there is a guy on the other side of the street. he was walking at the same pace as us but on the other side so we didn't really think anything of it. then he crosses the street and talks to us about how drunk he is and asks us, basically, to be some company for him on his walk home. we were like uhhhhhh, okay that's sketchy. but we were too far from downtown to do anything about it so we let it be.
we get to shannons house and the guy, who is our age, begins almost crying and telling us he's is too drunk and doesn't know where he is. me being stupid gives him directions back to santo domingo. while i'm talking to him shannon is trying to unlock her house but her key wasn't working. after like 5 minutes of awkward time she opens the door and pushes me inside. but as she pushes me inside, the guy i was being nice to and giving directions grabs my purse and starts running. but i catch him right in time and kick him REALLY HARD and shannon comes over to my side and hits him bad. shannon cussed at him in english which i thought was cute and he ran the fuck away. but now i have a HUUUUUUUGE bruise on both my arms from his attempt at stealing my purse and my favorite hnm bag is broken forever. i was so suprised in myself for being so violent and not passive at all though.
anyways he get inside and we're both shaking from adrenaline and fear and the whole commotion woke her house up. so we explain to this tiny little host mama what happened and she basically said she was proud of us for fighting but to never do that again because of knives. we got lucky.
i ended up passing out with shannon on her bed and woke up at 10 to walk home. i got home almost at 11 and told my family the story. my mama here is a psychologist and she said that passive people usually work best under pressure because they become agressive which is why i was so shocked in myself.
and that was saturday night.
woihteroigherogehrgioehrgeiogheiogheg
and today i went to a funeral with my family. i love my family so freaking much.
it was terribly awkward for us all since we didn't really know the family of the guy that died so we all went out and got nieves, which is sort of like ice cream. it's my favorite food in all of mexico and i love them for getting me some.