Roberto Jeremías Bútler on Friday, May 16, 2008 at 10:25pm
Hola everybody!
As some of you may know, Im back travelling again on one of my ridiculous random trips. Destination this time: Mexico City, Mexico. Ive always wanted to visit mexico city.. its one of the largest cities in the world, and I hear that it has killer nightlife. I have a friend named Pavel from Russia who was going to be in Mex at the same time, so I decided to hop on a plane and come down here.
Day 1:
Well, I arrived at the airport at around 830pm. For some reason, I cant navigate DFW airport that well, so I got a bit lost trying to find my terminal. Also, being the stupid guy that I am, I accidently went to terminal A instead of D. The screen said Mexico City 9:15pm AA D16, but instead of realizing that it was Terminal D, I went to terminal A because of the AA. AA stands for American Airlines. Bitch dumb.
Anyways, I got there and the flight was very very delayed, so I just hung around a while and popped a hydrocodone so I could sleep the entire flight through. After getting that woozy feeling that we love from prescription medicine, I finally boared my airplane and passed the fuck out until I arrived in Mexico City. Since the flight was very delayed, I ended up arriving in Mexico at around 1:30am. Ridiculous. I was hoping to catch the metro into the city center, but I was wrong since the metro closes at 12. Anyways, after passing through security and customs, I walked out the door and to my surprise, BIG SURPRISE, I was greeted by Cesar. Cesar is an old friend of mine who studied at A&M a few years back, and we became good friends. I told him I was goign to Mexico city and I told him when my flight was set to arrive. He actually paid attention and surprised the hell out of me at the airport. I was very happy to see him, its been almost 3 years! We left the airport and drove through Mexico city and finally arrived at my hotel. He dropped me off, and I checked in and went up to the room.
The hotel is absolutely ridiculous. Its a 5 star hotel in Mexico, right in teh center. Its a pretty big change when youre used to staying in hostels. A real bed, real tv, personal space.. Im nto used to this kinda stuff when I travel! Anyways, when I got upstairs, Pavel was sleep but I woke him up. Being the crazy Russian that he is, he immediately invited me to a round of tequila shots. Its like 3am , Im tired, but I never pass up getting obliterated in foreign countries. We started drinking tequila and catching up on old times, and eventually we drank the entire bottle. The bottle was already half empty (half full for you optimistic bitches), but its still pretty good to go through half a bottle of tequila, especially when you were actually planning on going to bed. Pavel passed out, and I went to buy cigarettes. I noticed how amazing customer service is at this hotel... I went to buy cigs at 711, and the security from the hotel stood outside watching me to make sure I was ok.. if thats not service kids, I dont know what it is. I bought a SOL beer and a pack of marlboro lights at 711 a grand total of $3.30. Life is good. I went back to the room and passed out.
Day 2:
I woke up and Pavel wanted me to meet his business people. I met with his business people from Russia and had to speak only Russian. It was pretty cool, they were really nice. They went to the liquor store and brought back some goodies. Russians love to drink. We went and had breakfast at the restaurant at the hotel, and little did I knwo that breakfast was $22 per person. Mexico city is like a mixture of Buenos Aires and London. You can get shit for dirt cheap, or sometimes the prices are so high you can barely eat! Anyways, there was a lot of real heavy food at the buffet, shit Ive never seen before. Seriously, who eats quesadillas, chilaquiles, and other heavy mexican food for breakfast? well.. Mexicans I guess, but still. Anyways, I wasnt complaining because itw as awesome, and I definitely got my 22 dollars worth. I stuffed my face with lots of weird delicious food and mango juice, and watched CNN in Espanol.
When I went back up to the room, Pavel wanted to drink the goodies from the liquor store. It was only 11am, but I guess thats what you have to do when you are on vacation, especially with Russians. We finished another bottle of tequila between the two of us, and pavel passed out again. I went to see the city (kinda drunk, kinda dangerous). Mexico City is worse than Bs As when crossing the street. Traffic here is outrageous, lanes mean nothing, and sometimes the cars whiz by so fast you dont even have a chance to think. I dont knwo why, but for some odd reason, I love this. Maybe its the fact that Im in a foreign country and anything goes, or maybe its the hair-raising near death experience that excites me, but its pretty cool. Anyways, I just walked around the centre of Mexico city and ate some tortas (mexican sandwich) off the street. They always warn you not to eat the food off the street, but its very hard to resist when teh smells of tacos and tortas are aroundyou 24/7. If I get a parasite and get very sick, Ill just be careflighted back to Dallas. Thats why American Express Card services exists right? God, they do everything for you. World at your fingertips. And no, Im not being paid by them for promotion, Im actually a real, satisfied user. Anyways, that was completely off topic...
I returned back to the hotel and woke up Pavel. We decided to start prepartying, even though it was only like 6pm, and it got really wild. Please bare with me for the rest of this entry, as my memory fades out for obvious reasons. We spoke alot of Russian, drank ANOTHER bottle of tequila, and juggled apples. Who juggles apples for fun? I guess me, when in mexico! We got obliterated at the hotel, changed into our going out clothes, and decided to see the city and go out. We took a taxi from the hotel to the city centre to go out. Our plan was to meet alot of girls on teh street and have them recommend us places, but that actually didnt work out at all. I think we were way to drunk to communicate with people. I remember that we went to 7-11 and ran into some kids trying to score money off of us. Im a sucker for homeless people, so we decided to adopt a kid for 5 minutes. Pavel took one, and I took another, and we decided to become their sugar daddies and let them buy whatever they wanted. My kid bought a bunch of chips, soda, all kinds of shit and we paid for it. Im pretty happy, i love helping poor people, and Im overly generous when Im trashed. Anyways, we left and got in a line for a club that we saw across the street. Turnso ut that at the club was lesbian night, so everyone in the line were lesbians. We were wondering why there were so many chicks, but I guess thats what happens when its Lesbian Thursdays. I was trying really hard to be friends with them, but I dont think they were having it, at all. And to make matters worse, Pavel asked for a club where all the "normal" people go, and I dont think they handled that well at all. To prevent anymore damage, we left and went to McDonalds to find a gameplan. McDonalds is always the best place to go in a foreign country on a night out. We were obliterated, but it was soooo early (10pm) and we didnt know what to do. I remember trying to talk to a family at McDonalds but the dad told me to leave his wife and children alone. I was in a eupohric state of mind, running around saying I love mexico.. Tequila really should be considered an opiate or narcotic.
We left McDonalds and hopped in another unsafe, run down green Volkswagen bettle taxi. We arrived in the hip neighborhood of Condesa, only to be shocked at the lack of nightlife. We went to some random bar and met alot of people. I was trashed and I kept screaming and dancing. Not a good idea, especially when there was no music. I met this one girl from Mexico and she told me her boyfriend was Nigerian. I kept telling her "you loveeeeeeeee blacks dont you" and she just kept smiling. We went outside to smoke a cig, I kissed her and she told me that her boyfriend was actually her husband! Uh oh, bitch married! ANyways, I bought her two roses from a street vendor, but that idea didnt go over so well because they didnt cut off the thorns. After a few cigs, and a bit of blood, we went back inside. I immmediately stopped talking to her and Pavel and I jetted to another bar. This time, we were recommended to go to the nightclub PM, which seemed cool. I dont know why it was so expensive, 25 dollars per person for entry. Within 10 minutes, I was otu the door again. Why? It wasnt by choice, I was literally thrown out. And when I say literally, I mean, they grabbed me by the shirt and threw me out. Pavel did something really bad in there, I guess, and since I tried to come to his defense, they kicked us out. Drunk, tired and still in search of a great night out, we went back to the previous bar we were at. Pavel met another girl named Adriana and my married woman left, so I was just rollin solo. I jumped into a group with a bunch of upscale people and unfortunately the song ROCK DJ by Robbie Williams came on. I got wild.. I hopped on top of the table and started dancing to Rock DJ. I dont know why I act this way when I travel, but I love it. Everyone was staring at me and i was borderline stripping but I got the look from the bouncer to get down. So embarssing, but 100% fun. I think the bar and all the Mexicans inside had enough of us, so we hopped in another illegal taxi and made our way back to the Camino Real hotel. I dont know why we made the mistake of partyign so early, but it was only about 130 when we arrived back. Pitiful. We kept complaining about the lack of nightlife, but I guess its hard to get things going in a club when its barely 2 am! (non-USA of course).
I ran into another beautiful latina sitting on the bench of our hotel. I coudl tell she was a real bitch from the way she was sitting, so I decided tos ee how bitchy she actually was. I was very right, she told me to leave her alone or shed call the police. I got kinda angry bc I just wanted to talk! Pavel thought it would be a good idea to try with her too, btu she rejected him after 30 seconds as well. And this btich was serious, bc she came through on her promises and summoned hotel security to take me and Pavel away. When she did that, I snapped, became completely irate and started yelling at her in English. Im pretty sure I told her that just because she was beautiful, latin, and obviously rich, she wasnt shit. I also called her a bitch, a Colombian whore (even though I was unsure of her nationality) and told her to go to hell. The security guard was smirking, probably because of my drunken rage and just escorted us to another area of the hotel. It was definitely bed time. Apparently I kinda blacked out for 10 minutes because another guy came upt o me and asked me if I spoke english. when i told him I was american, he told me that i was completley disrespectful talking to his girlfriend and I should be kicked out of the hotel. His gf wasnt the "colombian" girl, so I have no idea who he was talking about, thats why Im pretty sure I blacked out. Anyways, I kinda just stopped paying attention to him and I went up to the hotel room and passed out. What a first real day in Mexico City. Someone help me. Bitch out of control.
Peace,
Rob
As some of you may know, Im back travelling again on one of my ridiculous random trips. Destination this time: Mexico City, Mexico. Ive always wanted to visit mexico city.. its one of the largest cities in the world, and I hear that it has killer nightlife. I have a friend named Pavel from Russia who was going to be in Mex at the same time, so I decided to hop on a plane and come down here.
Day 1:
Well, I arrived at the airport at around 830pm. For some reason, I cant navigate DFW airport that well, so I got a bit lost trying to find my terminal. Also, being the stupid guy that I am, I accidently went to terminal A instead of D. The screen said Mexico City 9:15pm AA D16, but instead of realizing that it was Terminal D, I went to terminal A because of the AA. AA stands for American Airlines. Bitch dumb.
Anyways, I got there and the flight was very very delayed, so I just hung around a while and popped a hydrocodone so I could sleep the entire flight through. After getting that woozy feeling that we love from prescription medicine, I finally boared my airplane and passed the fuck out until I arrived in Mexico City. Since the flight was very delayed, I ended up arriving in Mexico at around 1:30am. Ridiculous. I was hoping to catch the metro into the city center, but I was wrong since the metro closes at 12. Anyways, after passing through security and customs, I walked out the door and to my surprise, BIG SURPRISE, I was greeted by Cesar. Cesar is an old friend of mine who studied at A&M a few years back, and we became good friends. I told him I was goign to Mexico city and I told him when my flight was set to arrive. He actually paid attention and surprised the hell out of me at the airport. I was very happy to see him, its been almost 3 years! We left the airport and drove through Mexico city and finally arrived at my hotel. He dropped me off, and I checked in and went up to the room.
The hotel is absolutely ridiculous. Its a 5 star hotel in Mexico, right in teh center. Its a pretty big change when youre used to staying in hostels. A real bed, real tv, personal space.. Im nto used to this kinda stuff when I travel! Anyways, when I got upstairs, Pavel was sleep but I woke him up. Being the crazy Russian that he is, he immediately invited me to a round of tequila shots. Its like 3am , Im tired, but I never pass up getting obliterated in foreign countries. We started drinking tequila and catching up on old times, and eventually we drank the entire bottle. The bottle was already half empty (half full for you optimistic bitches), but its still pretty good to go through half a bottle of tequila, especially when you were actually planning on going to bed. Pavel passed out, and I went to buy cigarettes. I noticed how amazing customer service is at this hotel... I went to buy cigs at 711, and the security from the hotel stood outside watching me to make sure I was ok.. if thats not service kids, I dont know what it is. I bought a SOL beer and a pack of marlboro lights at 711 a grand total of $3.30. Life is good. I went back to the room and passed out.
Day 2:
I woke up and Pavel wanted me to meet his business people. I met with his business people from Russia and had to speak only Russian. It was pretty cool, they were really nice. They went to the liquor store and brought back some goodies. Russians love to drink. We went and had breakfast at the restaurant at the hotel, and little did I knwo that breakfast was $22 per person. Mexico city is like a mixture of Buenos Aires and London. You can get shit for dirt cheap, or sometimes the prices are so high you can barely eat! Anyways, there was a lot of real heavy food at the buffet, shit Ive never seen before. Seriously, who eats quesadillas, chilaquiles, and other heavy mexican food for breakfast? well.. Mexicans I guess, but still. Anyways, I wasnt complaining because itw as awesome, and I definitely got my 22 dollars worth. I stuffed my face with lots of weird delicious food and mango juice, and watched CNN in Espanol.
When I went back up to the room, Pavel wanted to drink the goodies from the liquor store. It was only 11am, but I guess thats what you have to do when you are on vacation, especially with Russians. We finished another bottle of tequila between the two of us, and pavel passed out again. I went to see the city (kinda drunk, kinda dangerous). Mexico City is worse than Bs As when crossing the street. Traffic here is outrageous, lanes mean nothing, and sometimes the cars whiz by so fast you dont even have a chance to think. I dont knwo why, but for some odd reason, I love this. Maybe its the fact that Im in a foreign country and anything goes, or maybe its the hair-raising near death experience that excites me, but its pretty cool. Anyways, I just walked around the centre of Mexico city and ate some tortas (mexican sandwich) off the street. They always warn you not to eat the food off the street, but its very hard to resist when teh smells of tacos and tortas are aroundyou 24/7. If I get a parasite and get very sick, Ill just be careflighted back to Dallas. Thats why American Express Card services exists right? God, they do everything for you. World at your fingertips. And no, Im not being paid by them for promotion, Im actually a real, satisfied user. Anyways, that was completely off topic...
I returned back to the hotel and woke up Pavel. We decided to start prepartying, even though it was only like 6pm, and it got really wild. Please bare with me for the rest of this entry, as my memory fades out for obvious reasons. We spoke alot of Russian, drank ANOTHER bottle of tequila, and juggled apples. Who juggles apples for fun? I guess me, when in mexico! We got obliterated at the hotel, changed into our going out clothes, and decided to see the city and go out. We took a taxi from the hotel to the city centre to go out. Our plan was to meet alot of girls on teh street and have them recommend us places, but that actually didnt work out at all. I think we were way to drunk to communicate with people. I remember that we went to 7-11 and ran into some kids trying to score money off of us. Im a sucker for homeless people, so we decided to adopt a kid for 5 minutes. Pavel took one, and I took another, and we decided to become their sugar daddies and let them buy whatever they wanted. My kid bought a bunch of chips, soda, all kinds of shit and we paid for it. Im pretty happy, i love helping poor people, and Im overly generous when Im trashed. Anyways, we left and got in a line for a club that we saw across the street. Turnso ut that at the club was lesbian night, so everyone in the line were lesbians. We were wondering why there were so many chicks, but I guess thats what happens when its Lesbian Thursdays. I was trying really hard to be friends with them, but I dont think they were having it, at all. And to make matters worse, Pavel asked for a club where all the "normal" people go, and I dont think they handled that well at all. To prevent anymore damage, we left and went to McDonalds to find a gameplan. McDonalds is always the best place to go in a foreign country on a night out. We were obliterated, but it was soooo early (10pm) and we didnt know what to do. I remember trying to talk to a family at McDonalds but the dad told me to leave his wife and children alone. I was in a eupohric state of mind, running around saying I love mexico.. Tequila really should be considered an opiate or narcotic.
We left McDonalds and hopped in another unsafe, run down green Volkswagen bettle taxi. We arrived in the hip neighborhood of Condesa, only to be shocked at the lack of nightlife. We went to some random bar and met alot of people. I was trashed and I kept screaming and dancing. Not a good idea, especially when there was no music. I met this one girl from Mexico and she told me her boyfriend was Nigerian. I kept telling her "you loveeeeeeeee blacks dont you" and she just kept smiling. We went outside to smoke a cig, I kissed her and she told me that her boyfriend was actually her husband! Uh oh, bitch married! ANyways, I bought her two roses from a street vendor, but that idea didnt go over so well because they didnt cut off the thorns. After a few cigs, and a bit of blood, we went back inside. I immmediately stopped talking to her and Pavel and I jetted to another bar. This time, we were recommended to go to the nightclub PM, which seemed cool. I dont know why it was so expensive, 25 dollars per person for entry. Within 10 minutes, I was otu the door again. Why? It wasnt by choice, I was literally thrown out. And when I say literally, I mean, they grabbed me by the shirt and threw me out. Pavel did something really bad in there, I guess, and since I tried to come to his defense, they kicked us out. Drunk, tired and still in search of a great night out, we went back to the previous bar we were at. Pavel met another girl named Adriana and my married woman left, so I was just rollin solo. I jumped into a group with a bunch of upscale people and unfortunately the song ROCK DJ by Robbie Williams came on. I got wild.. I hopped on top of the table and started dancing to Rock DJ. I dont know why I act this way when I travel, but I love it. Everyone was staring at me and i was borderline stripping but I got the look from the bouncer to get down. So embarssing, but 100% fun. I think the bar and all the Mexicans inside had enough of us, so we hopped in another illegal taxi and made our way back to the Camino Real hotel. I dont know why we made the mistake of partyign so early, but it was only about 130 when we arrived back. Pitiful. We kept complaining about the lack of nightlife, but I guess its hard to get things going in a club when its barely 2 am! (non-USA of course).
I ran into another beautiful latina sitting on the bench of our hotel. I coudl tell she was a real bitch from the way she was sitting, so I decided tos ee how bitchy she actually was. I was very right, she told me to leave her alone or shed call the police. I got kinda angry bc I just wanted to talk! Pavel thought it would be a good idea to try with her too, btu she rejected him after 30 seconds as well. And this btich was serious, bc she came through on her promises and summoned hotel security to take me and Pavel away. When she did that, I snapped, became completely irate and started yelling at her in English. Im pretty sure I told her that just because she was beautiful, latin, and obviously rich, she wasnt shit. I also called her a bitch, a Colombian whore (even though I was unsure of her nationality) and told her to go to hell. The security guard was smirking, probably because of my drunken rage and just escorted us to another area of the hotel. It was definitely bed time. Apparently I kinda blacked out for 10 minutes because another guy came upt o me and asked me if I spoke english. when i told him I was american, he told me that i was completley disrespectful talking to his girlfriend and I should be kicked out of the hotel. His gf wasnt the "colombian" girl, so I have no idea who he was talking about, thats why Im pretty sure I blacked out. Anyways, I kinda just stopped paying attention to him and I went up to the hotel room and passed out. What a first real day in Mexico City. Someone help me. Bitch out of control.
Peace,
Rob
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