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How to not find bars in Mexico

by leaffin at 07:46 PM on April 15, 2005

A couple of weeks ago, I was in a Mexican city with a friend trying to find a bar to have a pre-dinner drink. We walked around to well-travelled pedestrian areas and only found fast food sorts of places and little shops. No such luck! How could we be missing all of the bars in a 10 block radius in a city of 250,000 people? Well, it was actually a case of mistaken identity, if you can follow me. That, and a lack of bars around the city center.

As it turns out, Im still in the same town (yes, the same town as bad-kisser and good-kisser, though no kissing has happened since I got back a couple of days ago), and although I`ve since found the cool bars, I now know what the problem was.

I woke up this morning and wanted to buy some veggies and eggs for breakfast and set out. I walked about half a block and heard blaring pop music, which would (in the States) probably be the sign of a bar, restaurant or really trendy clothing store. No such luck. It was a pharmacy. Huh?! I walked a few more doors down and heard more blaring rock music. Nope, not a bar or restaurant... just a small little gift shop. Crazy. Granted, the piercing place a block or so away from my hostal usually has punk or rap or rock blaring, but thats a bit more expected. I just don`t get it. Next thing I know, Ill find a butchers shop playing Celine Dion. Complete sidenote, I got my haircut the other day in a place that had the TV tuned into a talk show... the person cutting my hair actually paused several times to check out what has happening on the TV, but thank god, I still got a decent haircut.

Since I have found the towns bars, I dont mind the bit of fucking with my head with the music. I just kinda chuckle as I walk by, and I actually kinda like it. The pharmacy nearby usually switches off between pop music and salsa. Very entertaining.

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That reminds me of a time in Prague when Chris and I wandered around for 15 minutes trying, unsuccessfully, to locate the source of a deep, thumping bass. We figured only a pretty decent club could possibly be responsible for it and were in the mood to go a bit crazy.... but alas, we gave up when we had walked many a block without locating it.

by snaggle at April 18, 2005 12:54 AM

The Chris on this site?

by anna at April 18, 2005 7:50 AM

Nope, different.

by snaggle at April 18, 2005 8:12 PM

I want to masturbate to you...

by Ratdogs at April 20, 2005 2:00 PM

Does this mean that I officially have an internet admirer/stalker?

Sorry to say, but Ratdogs, I dont feel the same about you.

by leaffin at April 21, 2005 12:53 PM

Well, Leafin, I just copy and pasted your face onto a paint doc to blow it up to life size, and I jerked it good. Thank you, sexgoddess...

by Ratdogs at April 22, 2005 2:09 PM

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