I was deathly ill for the trip to Cuernavaca, so I don’t remember much but here’s the run down.
The Good: Because I was quarantined for three days, I hadÂ ample time toÂ finish reading The Chronicles of Narnia (774 pages!), 100 Years of Solitude, andÂ The Memory of Running (a new personal favorite).
The Bad: I had such a bad fever that I had to put on every item of clothing I had brought with me when I went to bed. I haven’t had a fever like that since 1977. It was that bad. A Canadian nurse that we ran into said there was some type of virus going around.
The Ugly: I sweated through ALL of my clothes in two days and had to stumble around in my exhausted stupor to find a llavanderia (laundry)Â to have all my clothes washed when my fever broke (3 days later).
When I was finally fit to move among the living, I caught up with Andrea and Jorge at the local spot on the Zocalo only to find that I shouldnâ€™t drink because of the virus. So I watched everyone else drink the (literal) buckets of beer served at the expat hangout. Jorge and Andrea were with 5 others that I didnâ€™t know but was quickly introduced to as the â€œthird amigoâ€ I feel bad saying this but this bar was my least favorite place we had ever been to and I realized it was because it was PACKED with Americans! I mean there were even a dozen African Americans in this place, it was like little Chicago up in there. Fortunately Andrea got us the hook up (yet again) and this dude gave us wrist bands for free drinks before midnight at the club down the street if we made it there by 10:30.
The Good: Andrea’s hook up got us free drinks and we didn’t have to stand in the line outside!
The Bad: Jorge’s idea to spring for the VIP lounge and a bottle of Jack BlackÂ at a club whose tagline is: “The Sunny Place for Shady People.” There was no way anything good was going to come of this.
The Ugly: Getting dry-humped and kissed by a VIP interloper (Edgar, pictured above), who I then determined to be rather cute and fairly intelligent so I quickly foisted him off onto Andrea. They made a connection and hung out for the next 3 days until it came time to say tearful goodbyes and she cursed the city of Cuernavaca and its men.
*Bonus: What the hellÂ kind of dance is that Jorge?Â