Whew, what a crazy fucking week! I spontaneously bought a ticket to Mexico City to visit Jonathan and spent the week there and in Veracruz. It was exactly what I needed–to get away from my life here and get some real perspective.

Mexico City is a lot like New York City, which surprised me. I didn’t expect it to be so metropolitan! It definitely defied my expectations that it would be a massive desert full of vaqueros. It’s actually very lush and it was cold and rainy most of the time. We drank tons of tequila, $1 Coronas, and ate huge meals for cheap. Stayed in some great/seedy hostels too–one of which had free porn and a mirrored ceiling! My favorite thing was the marketplaces where you could get fresh blended juices… carrot, pineapple, and orange… sooooo good.

We wandered around the city, found ourselves at a goth/punk club called Ute, went to a political cartoon museum, saw the Antony Gormley exhibit, then took the bus down to Veracruz to see the beach. There we stopped at San Juan de Ulúa, the ruins of a Spanish naval complete with towers, dungeons, barracks. We then headed to the beach where we were harassed to buy things constantly. It’s crazy how much solicitation there is in Mexico. Young children will come up to you trying to sell you cigars, old women try to read your fortune… it’s constant.

At night we wandered to the bars to watch fútbol and have some beers. We made some friends, danced to reggaetón, and eventually ended up buying weed out of a taxi in el barrio for only $3 pesos. I’m pretty sure we narrowly avoided death. I was yelling “pinche gobierno!” out the window and generally being drunk and out of control.

The next day we took the bus to Boca del Río and laid on the beach all day drinking coconut milk. Then we headed back to the city. Had the most amazing Lebanese food (in Mexico of all places). Got high and watched Bad Santa which was ridiculous. The next day I hopped a plane home, but had issues getting through security. Apparently a woman traveling to Mexico alone for 6 days is… suspect. I’m really glad I didn’t try to smuggle that weed into the U.S. because they absolutely scoured my things and asked me dozens of personal questions.

Overall it was a frivolous, hedonistic, expensive-as-hell trip, but it really made me appreciate what I have back at home. I just needed it so bad.

The day I got home was the Around the World Party at House of Commons. Basically, every housemate themes out their room and we travel from room to room drinking and playing games and having a good ol’ time. This year my room was a titty bar and everyone had to do pole tricks and body shots! Some other favorites were the hockey room complete with brooms and a tennis ball, as well as the dungeon where Mistress Becca spanked me for being a naughty house treasurer. We all ended up naked in the pool, at which point I stopped taking photos (thank fuck). I made out with a handful of people, some that I’m not so proud of. Incriminating photos found below.