Nueva York

here are the details as promised...

my night started at 8pm when i started walking to find a taxi/pulmonia. i was nervous because it was dark, i am white, and i was alone. after maybe 3 minutes of walking, a pulmonia (white golf cart looking thing) drove up to me and i got in. you have to agree on a price before you get in or they will charge you double the amount. i met kristy and we headed towards valentino's. as we walked by we realized it wasn't open yet...it was 9pm.

kristy and i just started walking around hoping to find something to do. we had heard of a place called joe's so we decided to check it out. when we arrived, about 7 waiters were trying to get us to sit in a million different places. it was very confusing but we eventually made our way to the bar. then our server started shouting out all these drinks at us. i got a sex on the beach because according to kristy, it tasted like juice. that was my first legal drink in a bar, anywhere! kristy thought that it was so awesome that she got to share this momentous occasion with me that she bought my drink! we chatted and listened to some strange yet awesome techno remix of random 90's songs, it reminded us of the good 'ole days...they even played some britney spears and n'sync!

then this guy pedro came up to us. he was older, like 30, so it was kinda awkward/creeper-like for me. after semi-dancing with him, i told him i was shy and i really didn't want to dance. it was so weird!!!!!!!!!! kristy and i decided to head back to valentino's despite protests from pedro and his brother.

there are 3 clubs at valentino's, we decided to check out el nivel. it wasn't very awesome. after getting a beer, we went to sit on the patio. there was a group of guys all huddled close together. it looked like a meeting of some sort or a sausage fest...

then some random guy started talking to us. he was 35!!! since kristy is older, i'll be nice and not reveal her age, we i guess we were a targeted by all of the older peeps. it was just uncomfortable for me. after a few minutes of talking, we skedaddled back to joe's.

at joe's we had to pay a cover, which we hadn't done before. they gave us a ticket and when kristy ordered a beer(for some strange reason, whenever kristy ordered 1 beer she got 2...so i always got the 2nd one) we used the ticket to get 2 shots of tequila popper. shots down and beers in hand we meandered through the crowd.

as we walked some guy asked me where i was from. i said wisconsin, but since kristy had kept on walking so did i. i did hear that he was from new york though. after talking for a bit, kristy noticed some white guys sitting at a table being boring. she bet me $10 pesos that i wouldn't go over there and ask them where they were from. since being in mazatlan is all about becoming more independent and less shy, i went over to them. they were from massachusetts. they asked where i was from. once they heard wisconsin they started saying wiscaaaawwwwsin. i humored them by saying wisconsin once more, with the accent that i don't have ;) i also learned of their fondness for cheese curds.

after returning to kristy, we started walking toward the more heavily crowded area. then all of a sudden i heard WISCONSIN! it was the guy from new york! turns out he was really from mazatlan and had only lived in new york for 6 months. we spent the rest of the night with him and his brother.

all i will say about our time spent with nueva york is that it was harmless fun spent with a crazy drunk guy but to go into detail would not really be that, how would you say.... important. a good time was had by all and nothing scandalous occurred, well at least not on my part.
after that we headed back to valentino's. this time we went to bora bora. it's an outside dance club that has some seating overlooking the beach/ocean. it was filled with youngens! i know i'm only 20, but most of those kids were in high school which means that there is a huge gap in the maturity level to say the least.

after getting yet another beer we headed in a random direction. after planting ourselves near an empty bar we observed. i then was asked to dance by an even drunker guy, he was probably 18. after many refusals, i finally said yes. he asked me where i was going, but i later found out he was trying to ask me where i was from. why does everyone have to try and speak english to me?!?!?! i don't want to hear random people mumbling in bad english! i tried to get him to speak in spanish but to no avail. pity.

kristy and i then went to sit near the beach when we were grabbed by none other than nueva york. he dragged us all the way back to the entrance where more beer was awaiting us. kristy and i were tired so we sat down while nueva york was "dancing" with us while we were sitting. it was entertaining. as the crowds began to thin, kristy and i tried to leave. it didn't work out so well because nueva york had already ordered another bucket of beer. after a few sips we finally managed to get away with many fond memories.

i caught a ride with 1 of the 50 or so pulmonias sitting outside of the club. i arrived home at 5am. i never thought i would be such a party animal!!!! who knew!

in summary. i had 1 sex on the beach and at least 6 beer bottles passed through my hands, (don't worry, i didn't drink anywhere near the entire contents of all 6 beers) yet i didn't pay for a single drink! amazing. it pays to be a white girl celebrating her first legal night of drinking and clubbing.



p.s. about an hour into our first endeavor at joe's 2 guys got arrested! aaaahhh, memories.....

p.p.s. we also saw pedro at bora bora near the end of the night, needles to say we didn't say hi