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October 27, 2002
so last night was eileenīs
so last night was eileenīs birthday. her boyfriend anthony was tired and getting sick so he didnīt come out, so our advanced drinking team only included me, pascual, ericke, eileen, derek this cool guy from central california, and this japanese guy whoīs name i still donīt know. the japanese guy thought it was appropriate to bring his new hand drums, maybe to serenade us.
we got a ride from the owner of this hostel, it was around 11 and he was drunk and ready to drive us to the dance party club. i figured out he was drunk when instead of stopping for a light that had just turned red he increased his speed and pushed down on his horn and we roared through the intersection. it was a very exciting moment in my life and i was glad when it was over. the minivan he was piloting smelled of fish and sex, and my friends found it necessary to stick their noses in packs of gum so that they didnīt have to endure the smell so much. i chose to breath through my mouth.
at the club we found that they wanted 35 pesos or 3.50 each to get in. this infuriated ericke, and we bounded out the door destined for the club across the street. we pushed our way in, the place was so full and so hot and sweaty and admittedly gross with people dancing and just sort trying to cram past each other that we didnīt last long inside. eileen was adamant about her birthday beer, i helped her down it and we made for the door. the 45 feet it took from the bar to outside took a few minutes, i remembered how effective a good elbow to the gut is for slowing someone whoīs coming in the opposite direction. once outside, we did a headcount, and realized that in our haste to depart, weīd lost the japanese drummer boy. i went up to the doorman, and explained in spanish of course that weīd lost our friend inside and that he was japanese and spoke almost nothing of english or spanish, and that if we didnīt find him he would soon die of hunger on the streets. the doorman let derek pass, and we waited hopefully outside, but he returned empyhanded and we had a quick moment of silence for our disappeared comrade.
we finally haggled our way into the bar that wanted money, i think in the end we gave them 7 dollars for 5 of us, though ericke still thought that too much. there was a very good salsa band playing, and we pulled our smuggled bottle of mescal out of erickes bag and started drinking from it. in our ever increasing drunken state we all commenced to dance, and i felt so very very white to watch all of the latino people move in perfect time to the music while i sorta bobbed my head and bounced around. ericke found that the bartenders left boxes of beers on the bar, and he made off with 3 beers, which we shared. derek also discovered this trick and there was plenty of free beer for all. we stayed there for way too long and then walked home around 3, derek had invited some mexican girls to return with us, i stayed up for a bit then threw myself on a bunkbed in our dormitorio and passed out. it was all quite fun, and i didnīt hurt so badly this morning when i woke. derek somewhere in the night managed to lose his sandals, and heīs still looking for them.
this morning way too early to be awake i went with anthony to the doctor, i was tired and punchdrunk a bit, and when we finally got to talk to the doctor i quickly told her that he was pregnant. after i explained his real problem, namely exhaustion from drinking and not sleeping and a sore throat to boot, they gave him a shot in the ass and a prescription for some stuff. i felt proud to be able to translate with tony and the doctor, it was fun. hooray for me.
anyways, supposed to go to some museums, however again my cama is calling, and i might take a short nap.
Posted by bendan at October 27, 2002 09:26 AM
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