sightseeing in mexico was certainly interesting. it was kind of like stepping into an alternate dimension where the sky is always brown and the air smells of dog shit and burnt tortillas 24 hours a day. and everywhere you go, people give you dirty looks because they're dark-tanned hispanics and you're a pasty white boy who you wouldn't believe had a hispanic mother even if he presented the necessary genetic test results to prove it. not that it mattered at the time. since i was white and only spoke english, they probably assumed that i was just your average egotistical american white guy who felt that he was better than them because i happened to be middle class and horribly pasty-looking.

the food was nice. as long as you got it from a fairly clean restaurant, of course. after taking one peek inside the foul smelling food compartment of one of those street vendor carts selling taco meat, it's no wonder people get worms from eating that shit. hell, i couldn't even tell what the hell kind of animal that meat was from. beef, pork, dog, man... whatever it was, it was extremely dark and surely very diseased.

overall though, despite being pretty uneventful, i still found the trip a very surprisingly enjoyable experience, making this one of the better well-spent birthdays in recent years. i actually have people who care about me enough to come down to my apartment at three in the morning and drag my drunk, pathetic ass out of bed so they can drive me down to mexico in the hopes that, for once in my life, i'll actually have a good time. and what a surprise too, 'cause i actually did. sure, i didn't get laid or anything, but i also didn't get ass herpes or worms either, so it all kind of works out for the best in the end. i think.