Birthday was rather nice. Thanks to those who bought me drinks. I just realized I left my drivers license at the Buffet. After my yard of beer and Maker’s Mark, I must have figured I’d never drive again anyway. I guess I better go back and get it. Went to Che’s, vaguely remember Bison Witches. Then back to the 505 for frozen fish tacos topped with habanero mustard. Weird. Fell asleep on the porch couch after a few swigs of Evan Williams with the General and Joyner. I woke up this morning at around 8 a.m. because my legs felt like they were on fire from the sun beating down on them. I was very confused, and the fleet of buses outside the school across the street didn’t help. A Filthy Roommate was in my nest talking on my cell phone and attempting to access the Internet from my Lappy. “Hey! Get the fuck out of the nest! Get out! Shoo!” The nest had seen better days when I came back from Mexico. There was a party, and someone tore down the tapestry awning we constructed to make the nest into a tent. In my drunken blur I managed to fix it though.
Mexico was also nice. Sat on the beach porch of a friend’s house on Cholla Bay. Watched the tide take the shallow bay in and out. Ate shrimp, launched rocks into the water, drank lots of beer and Mezcal. We made a beach fire one night out of scraps of particle board lying around and a crate that was supposed to hold firewood. There was a stupid dog whose name changed from Bradley to Grimace by the end of the trip. One of us took naps in two bars. And that’s the thing that Mexican bars will always have over American bars. If it all gets to be too much, you can just curl up on a stone bench and take a five-minute nap.