life in the fast lane

6

once we get to the restaurant we go in. there are very few people in there.

javier says something to the waiters. in Spanish of course.

i can't understand them. I took a Spanish class but never really got past. hola què pasa. not even sure if that's correct. now between my other Mexican friends i have picked up a few things. . . like cuss words, and inappropriate places on the body. So sometimes i understand parts of what they are sayin. in fact someone just said i was sexy.

oh well.

we ain't even gotta order, they know what to bring. they even brought us drinks. for me a fuzzy navel. for the other two, a bottle of beer. (under age drinking is bad! Mkay?!)

after normal closing time we are still there. it's a party! ok well not really. there is music and drinking and about 8 people. guess you could call it a pre party.

5 am.

it's time to go home. however we can hardly walk. we make it outside and then we head next door. this is Javiers old place he is selling. so he can get in it.

David crashes on the couch. javier and i head upstairs. i crash on the bed and fell asleep instantly.

i know of nothin til 2:00pm.