Roberto Jeremías Bútler on Saturday, May 17, 2008 at 7:25pm
Hey kids... I'm still alive, and Im kickin it hardcore, Mexican style! Somehow, after my wild night out on Thursday, I woke up Friday morning quite early in the morning. It was pretty funny because Pavel had a business meeting at 8 that he obviously didn't make. I don't know why we both have ridiculous expectations and actually thought he'd make it to the meeting at 8am after a long night of drinking... Foolish, foolish. We even had a wake up call, but that still didn't work. And by the way, Mexico City wins hands down for wake up calls. Instead of calling you to wake you up, an attendant actually ENTERS your room, and says, MR BUTLER, please wake up. In English, and Spanish. I bet if you tip them some more pesos, they'll even shake you until you wake. Our second wake up call was from a random girl that Pavel met in the club the night before. He had no recollection of who she was, but on her message she said, Pavel, you told me to wake you up at 8, so I'm waking you now. Now that's a real woman kids. Anyways, Pavel called all the business people and made up some ridiculous story how we got stuck in Cuernavaca and we just arrived back in Mexico. I really hope no one from his company is reading this!
Pavel went to another meeting at 11, and I decided to go see the city. My neighborhood of choice this time was Polanco, a very hip and upscale neighborhood of Mexico City. Wow, talk about rich. Jesus Christ, I had no idea that Mexico City was this wealthy. Beautiful shops, tree lined boulevards, and Mercedes and BMWs zooming around me everywhere. Crossing the street is much easier here too as most of the streets are acutally on a grid and traffic is controlled. Plus, its much cooler to nearly be run down by a Jaguar rather than a 1970s Volkswagen Beetle. I decided to do some shopping and of course my favorite stop in any foreign country is ZARA. Zara is a great clothing store from Spain that's pretty international, but for some reason it hasn't really taken off in America. In America, the Zaras are complete shit but around the world, they are amazing. I couldn't find my Zara, so I went to a store called SOHO instead. I bought a pretty cool shirt for the night out and just kept walking around Polanco people watching. When I retire, I'm definitely moving to Polanco or Palermo in Buenos Aires. Mexico city really is a place of two different worlds... this neighborhood is NOTHING like the neighborhoods I was in yesterday.
Next, I went to an Irish pub to have a beer and wait for my friend Victor. I studied in Madrid in 2005, and I lived with a guy from Mexico named Victor. Since he lives in mexico city, we decided to meet for lunch. At 3pm I met him at the restaurant for some real authentic Mexican food and to catch up on old times. We sat down to eat and waitied for Pavel. Pavel finally arrived after his business meeting. and of course we decided to drink. We had two HUGE tequila shots, a few beers, and I have enchiladas con pollo y mole. Yum. Chocolate chili sauce on top of my enchiladas. A far cry from the enchiladas at On the Border. We had a blast at lunch, catching up, chatting and drinking. Pavel left to go meet his mystery woman at Starbucks, and Victor took me on a tour of Mexico City.
We went to another barrio called Santa Fe, another really really rich out of control neighborhood. Million dollar houses, huge buildings and nice shopping malls. We shopped for a while in the mall, I bought a shirt at Zara and got some ice cream. By the way, I dropped 100 pesos down in the ice cream stand accidently, and without even checking to see if I was lying, the attendant gladly handed me another 100 pesos because I couldnt reach the one I dropped. I don't know why, but things like this make me fall in love with Mexico. I guarantee you, if that were to happen in Europe, I'd probably get a dirty look from the attendant and I'd be told to get the fuck out. Sorry Europeans, your customer service BLOWS.
Victor dropped me back off at the hotel so I could nap, but unfortunately I only got to sleep for 5 minutes. 5 minutes later after my Homer Simpson nap (anyone ever seen that episode on the Simpsons where homer works two jobs and when he lays down for bed, 2 seconds later his alarm clock goes off?) If you've seen that episode, please contact me. We'll be best friends. Anyways, I slept H Simpson style and 5 minutes later enters a drunk Pavel with a random Mexican girl, presumably the girl from the wake up call. Since she didn't speak a word of Russian, he politely told me in Russian to please leave the room so he could "play" and to return in 1 hour. Tired, semi delirious and a bit hungover from lunch, I greeted the girl, and followed orders and went downstairs to the internet cafe so Pavel could "play". Um, by the way, the internet for 1.5 hours cost me 25 dollars. What the hell?! How can internet cost 25 dollars, that's like a monthly charge in the states? Everything at this hotel is so expensive, I can barely even eat bread here. Anyways, Pavel took wayyyyy more than 1 hr, so I just kinda hung around the hotel for a few hours waiting on him to finish fucking.
I returned back to the room and since they weren't there anymore, (I even checked the shower just to be safe), I just started drinking and getting ready. I looked really good last night, I hate to brag, but DAMN. Maybe since I was kinda drunk it gave me extra confidence, but I was feeling on top of hte world last night although I hadn't slept. Pavel entered and told me that we had two Mexican girls waiting for us downstairs in their jeep to take us around for a night out. I guess he was a bit drunk because time didn't seem to matter. We stayed in the room for another 45 minutes listening to Russian music, juggling apples (again), and tequila shots. Heavily intoxicated, we left the room and met up with our Mexican girls who were very pissed off that we kept them waiting. They were really nice and cool and they loved to party. They drove us to the bar MOOD in upscale Polanco, and it was amazing. we arrived and there was some kind of private party going on, so we just kinda jumped in and crashed it. I have felt the need to order bottle service for months now (Thanks Las Vegas), and I felt that Mood was our chance. I think I actually died and went to heaven when I saw the bottle special prices. One bottle of tequila, 1500 pesos (150 dollars). I know that sounds ridiculous, but if you've ever gotten bottle service you know that that's a STEAL. I mean, this is no Buenos Aires with 50 dollar bottle service, but it's wayyy better than $600 bottles at Pure in Vegas. The attendant informed me that last night was 2 X 1 bottles. WHat the hell?! Two bottles for 150? I immediately switched gears into bitch wild mode, and Pavel and I got a bottle of Vodka to feel more Russian, and another bottle of tequila for the second bottle. This is where the details get fuzzy.
I remember meeting this one girl from Mexico and dancing wild with her. I don't think i could match her style, this girl was ooc (out of control). By the way, I just need to start making acronyms for my most common phrases, it could make my notes alot shorter. Since 75% of my vocabulary consists of out of control, bitch wild, passed out (and now in Mexico "juggling apples" and "tequila shots" can be added to the list), it's just much easier to write OOC, BW, PO, JA, and TS. I hope I remember all this. Anyways, this bitch was OOC, she was dancing on tables and screaming and we immediately hooked up because she was the female version of me.
I also met some old lady and we started dancing salsa... her husband was just laughing at us so I felt that it was ok. I kept drinking vodka shots left and right and TS, and I think they finally went to my head. After some blurry Spanish, I literally passed out (i mean POd) in teh club. I think I fell head first, but luckily we were in VIP, so I had a nice plush white couch to fall on. I was escorted out of the club by Pavel and our two Mexican girls. I think they were all a bit dissapointed, bc #1 we had to leave so early and #2, I managed to take my bottles with me. That's a true champion, so drunk where I cant even see, but I managed to get my bottles :)
Anyways, I threw up in the bushes and somehow made my way back to the Jeep with shame. So embarassing. VIP, nice club, Polanco, nice Mexican girls.. and I throw up everywhere. Why? I never puke, even after Chilifest!!!
I think they carried me up to the room and I just passed out. Well, at least I got my wish of being in VIP again. What are the chances of me being able to smuggle my bottles back in tonight and continue where I left off? We'll see, anything is possible in MEXICO!
Peace,
Rob
Pavel went to another meeting at 11, and I decided to go see the city. My neighborhood of choice this time was Polanco, a very hip and upscale neighborhood of Mexico City. Wow, talk about rich. Jesus Christ, I had no idea that Mexico City was this wealthy. Beautiful shops, tree lined boulevards, and Mercedes and BMWs zooming around me everywhere. Crossing the street is much easier here too as most of the streets are acutally on a grid and traffic is controlled. Plus, its much cooler to nearly be run down by a Jaguar rather than a 1970s Volkswagen Beetle. I decided to do some shopping and of course my favorite stop in any foreign country is ZARA. Zara is a great clothing store from Spain that's pretty international, but for some reason it hasn't really taken off in America. In America, the Zaras are complete shit but around the world, they are amazing. I couldn't find my Zara, so I went to a store called SOHO instead. I bought a pretty cool shirt for the night out and just kept walking around Polanco people watching. When I retire, I'm definitely moving to Polanco or Palermo in Buenos Aires. Mexico city really is a place of two different worlds... this neighborhood is NOTHING like the neighborhoods I was in yesterday.
Next, I went to an Irish pub to have a beer and wait for my friend Victor. I studied in Madrid in 2005, and I lived with a guy from Mexico named Victor. Since he lives in mexico city, we decided to meet for lunch. At 3pm I met him at the restaurant for some real authentic Mexican food and to catch up on old times. We sat down to eat and waitied for Pavel. Pavel finally arrived after his business meeting. and of course we decided to drink. We had two HUGE tequila shots, a few beers, and I have enchiladas con pollo y mole. Yum. Chocolate chili sauce on top of my enchiladas. A far cry from the enchiladas at On the Border. We had a blast at lunch, catching up, chatting and drinking. Pavel left to go meet his mystery woman at Starbucks, and Victor took me on a tour of Mexico City.
We went to another barrio called Santa Fe, another really really rich out of control neighborhood. Million dollar houses, huge buildings and nice shopping malls. We shopped for a while in the mall, I bought a shirt at Zara and got some ice cream. By the way, I dropped 100 pesos down in the ice cream stand accidently, and without even checking to see if I was lying, the attendant gladly handed me another 100 pesos because I couldnt reach the one I dropped. I don't know why, but things like this make me fall in love with Mexico. I guarantee you, if that were to happen in Europe, I'd probably get a dirty look from the attendant and I'd be told to get the fuck out. Sorry Europeans, your customer service BLOWS.
Victor dropped me back off at the hotel so I could nap, but unfortunately I only got to sleep for 5 minutes. 5 minutes later after my Homer Simpson nap (anyone ever seen that episode on the Simpsons where homer works two jobs and when he lays down for bed, 2 seconds later his alarm clock goes off?) If you've seen that episode, please contact me. We'll be best friends. Anyways, I slept H Simpson style and 5 minutes later enters a drunk Pavel with a random Mexican girl, presumably the girl from the wake up call. Since she didn't speak a word of Russian, he politely told me in Russian to please leave the room so he could "play" and to return in 1 hour. Tired, semi delirious and a bit hungover from lunch, I greeted the girl, and followed orders and went downstairs to the internet cafe so Pavel could "play". Um, by the way, the internet for 1.5 hours cost me 25 dollars. What the hell?! How can internet cost 25 dollars, that's like a monthly charge in the states? Everything at this hotel is so expensive, I can barely even eat bread here. Anyways, Pavel took wayyyyy more than 1 hr, so I just kinda hung around the hotel for a few hours waiting on him to finish fucking.
I returned back to the room and since they weren't there anymore, (I even checked the shower just to be safe), I just started drinking and getting ready. I looked really good last night, I hate to brag, but DAMN. Maybe since I was kinda drunk it gave me extra confidence, but I was feeling on top of hte world last night although I hadn't slept. Pavel entered and told me that we had two Mexican girls waiting for us downstairs in their jeep to take us around for a night out. I guess he was a bit drunk because time didn't seem to matter. We stayed in the room for another 45 minutes listening to Russian music, juggling apples (again), and tequila shots. Heavily intoxicated, we left the room and met up with our Mexican girls who were very pissed off that we kept them waiting. They were really nice and cool and they loved to party. They drove us to the bar MOOD in upscale Polanco, and it was amazing. we arrived and there was some kind of private party going on, so we just kinda jumped in and crashed it. I have felt the need to order bottle service for months now (Thanks Las Vegas), and I felt that Mood was our chance. I think I actually died and went to heaven when I saw the bottle special prices. One bottle of tequila, 1500 pesos (150 dollars). I know that sounds ridiculous, but if you've ever gotten bottle service you know that that's a STEAL. I mean, this is no Buenos Aires with 50 dollar bottle service, but it's wayyy better than $600 bottles at Pure in Vegas. The attendant informed me that last night was 2 X 1 bottles. WHat the hell?! Two bottles for 150? I immediately switched gears into bitch wild mode, and Pavel and I got a bottle of Vodka to feel more Russian, and another bottle of tequila for the second bottle. This is where the details get fuzzy.
I remember meeting this one girl from Mexico and dancing wild with her. I don't think i could match her style, this girl was ooc (out of control). By the way, I just need to start making acronyms for my most common phrases, it could make my notes alot shorter. Since 75% of my vocabulary consists of out of control, bitch wild, passed out (and now in Mexico "juggling apples" and "tequila shots" can be added to the list), it's just much easier to write OOC, BW, PO, JA, and TS. I hope I remember all this. Anyways, this bitch was OOC, she was dancing on tables and screaming and we immediately hooked up because she was the female version of me.
I also met some old lady and we started dancing salsa... her husband was just laughing at us so I felt that it was ok. I kept drinking vodka shots left and right and TS, and I think they finally went to my head. After some blurry Spanish, I literally passed out (i mean POd) in teh club. I think I fell head first, but luckily we were in VIP, so I had a nice plush white couch to fall on. I was escorted out of the club by Pavel and our two Mexican girls. I think they were all a bit dissapointed, bc #1 we had to leave so early and #2, I managed to take my bottles with me. That's a true champion, so drunk where I cant even see, but I managed to get my bottles :)
Anyways, I threw up in the bushes and somehow made my way back to the Jeep with shame. So embarassing. VIP, nice club, Polanco, nice Mexican girls.. and I throw up everywhere. Why? I never puke, even after Chilifest!!!
I think they carried me up to the room and I just passed out. Well, at least I got my wish of being in VIP again. What are the chances of me being able to smuggle my bottles back in tonight and continue where I left off? We'll see, anything is possible in MEXICO!
Peace,
Rob
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