Cuernavaca: The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

   

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 had ample time to finish reading The Chronicles of Narnia (774 pages!), 100 Years of Solitude, and 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) 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 shouldn’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 didn’t know but was quickly introduced to as the “third amigo” 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 Black 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 hell kind of dance is that Jorge? 

 

7 thoughts on “Cuernavaca: The Good, The Bad & The Ugly”

  1. Sounds like a case of the ebola virus to me…drink plenty of Modelo it kills the sickle cells that cause ring worms..take 2 midols and a shot of Tussin (CVS brand) and sleep under a fan…60 percent of the time that remedy works ALL the time!

  2. @ Lu: I feel 100% better. It wasn’t even that painful, it was just exhausting and hot/cold/hot cold.

    @ Shameka: That is exactly what I was thinking! 60% of the time that works all the time lady? 🙂

    @ L Boogie: Girl, I had about 15 minutes there where all I could think about were the crisp cool sheets in my momma’s house and how good they would smell and her tomato soup. But…all’s well that ends well!

  3. Just so you know – anytime you wanna throw some of that Edgar my way – my arms will be open and waiting. He was just a bit hot.

    Sorry you were sick. I hate sick. Sick sucs. I had a fever like that when my daughter was 5 weeks old and couldn’t even lift her out of her bed. And it’s times like that you actually want to cry for your Mother – I totally get that way when I’m sick and away from home. No one takes care of you like your Mom.
    Glad you are back to normal now!

    ;^D

  4. hmmm, nope, nix on the dry humping man, anytime a guy starts to remind me of an oversexed dalmation, it’s not going to be a good comparison.

    Glad you are over your very nasty sickness though I wish to have full details of the bizaare things you mumbled and the vivid fever hallucinations you experienced.

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