After our experience at the fancy happy hour, Little Aussie and I spent the next couple days on the tour group circuit. We saw all the sights there are to see in Mexico City--the Frida Kahlo museum, traditional markets with food I could not identify, and a boat trip down a canal where a Mexican lady cooked us traditional food, which I devoured. The food in Mexico was amazing and I ate my face off the whole time, not getting sick once. We also spent time making fun of the fat couple in love in our tour group. Our Mexican tour guide also made a winning comment at one point when we were stuck in traffic (which was often). I don't know wtf he was talking about since I was dozing but I woke up to hear "the whale that participate in the movie of Willy, no?". It was classic.
Unfortunately the formerly beautiful weather had taken a turn for the worst. A dipshit hurricane was moving towards the coast and we were feeling the affects with rainy, cool weather. This literally put a damper on our touring so the last day we decided to buy a ticket for a bus tour which made a stop at a shopping mall, where we spent too many pesos on clothes we didn't need. It then took us three hours on the bus to get back to our hostel because of traffic. At this point I had had enough of Mexico City and just wanted to go home. But we needed to push through since we were meeting up with OG and his friends that night. We had met them the night before at a bar, where when I was animatedly telling a story I managed to knock a bottle of tabasco sauce onto my white shirt. I was hoping to make up for this tonight by not embarrassing myself.
We were headed to a neighborhood called Santa Fe that night, close to where OG lives. We had been told it would be a big night so Little Aussie and I decided to wear our going out clothes, which are perfectly acceptable anywhere but Latin America. As soon as we left our room we knew it was a bad idea as every male in a 25 mile radius stopped to stare and whistle at us in our short skirts. We ran quickly to where Alejandro was parked. He had served as our driver the past couple of nights. He drove a white Plymouth Neon and spoke zero English but he managed to get us to the hotel where we were meeting up with OG. Except he was late (because he is Mexican) and we waited for a half hour in the lobby looking like prostitutes. He finally met us and drove us to his friends' house, where we drank and played King's Cup. Except Mexicans have a weird rule--for one round you have to pretend to be an animal while not showing your teeth, so no laughing. This proved to be pretty much impossible as it was one of the most hilarious things I have ever witnessed.
After we were sufficiently drunk we headed to a nearby bar which was very strange because it was in the middle of a fancy shopping mall. The boys met up with some friends that they knew and I scored some free drinks. One of the chicos took a liking to me. I was sitting with his arm around me when he started talking about how he liked one of the girls who was there earlier. Little Aussie did not appreciate this and told OG, who then bitched him out til he left me alone. A bit later the original crew of us headed to a club which was close by and was, according to the boys, "the most exclusive club in Mexico". One of their other friends, who had a wooden leg, got us in since he was getting bottle service. We all took the elevator up and were let out in what looked like any club I had been to in New York or Paris and I was happy. We all danced around and I know at one point I was yelling the words to "Somebody That I Used to Know". Little Aussie was starting to buddy up with one of the friends and I decided I was bored. I walked over to the table of guys next to us and announced my presence with a loud "Hooooola!" and a wave. I chatted with them for awhile and gave my email address to one. I must have given my email address to 6 different people that night and luckily I have not heard from any of them.
Upon my return Little Aussie was making out with the friend and OG and I got into a deep discussion. The only thing I remember from it was him telling me that I am "one of the smartest girls he knows". He then made his exit to meet up with his current hookup and I danced with the wooden leg guy. I as usual stumbled around like a rag doll. Even a guy with a wooden leg can dance better than me. Finally around 6AM it was time to leave. Little Aussie had a hard time fighting off her makeout, as he kept trying to get her to go back home with him. He had the audacity to suggest we have a threesome then called her about 4 times when we were back in Alejandro's Neon. Shameless.
Luckily she did not go back with him as we needed to check out of the hostel at 10AM, a couple hours away. We were awakened a bit after 10 by church bells and cheering outside. Mexico had won the Olympic gold against Brazil in the final soccer game and the country was losing its shit. The two of us were as well, running around trying to pack and get out of the hostel. Finally we ran downstairs and Little Aussie jumped in a cab. She was flying back to LA to meet up with Baby J, then go back to Australia. I was planning to ride a few blocks with her. I was meeting up with OG's parents who were in town at their hotel so we could all go to OG's apartment together, as I was staying an extra night. However the cabbie informed me that the roads were closed because of the fans from the game and that it was not safe to walk. Little Aussie and I were forced to hastily say goodbye and I headed to the front desk where I stayed for a half hour trying to get a hold of OG's parents and of course ended up in tears. Luckily one of the workers convinced a gypsy cab to take me the few blocks to my destination, which cost me $20. He dropped me off in the midst of the crowd and I still ended up having to walk a couple blocks, pushing through the fans and getting cat-called.
In the lobby I had to ask the concierge to ask around to see if he could find the parents. I had met them a couple of years ago in Switzerland but I didn't remember what they looked like. As soon as they found me I burst into tears once again, and though they must have thought I was a crazy person, they were extremely nice to me and escorted me to their waiting car. The driver had a hard time getting through the crowded streets and it took us a couple of hours to get to OG's apartment. It was located in a mountainous and affluent area of the city and was in a gated building. I spent the day with OG, his parents, his brother and his sister hanging out. I felt like the foreign exchange student and it was nice to relax and not be running around constantly. In the evening they cooked me an authentic Mexican dinner and his dad offered me a Mexican cerveza which I gladly accepted. We then all watched coverage of the big win together as a family. My flight was early the next morning and I was sad to leave them all. I had survived Mexico, unscathed and without getting kidnapped. I feel lucky to have experienced one of the largest cities in the world (it takes 3 and a half hours to drive across it in normal traffic). But for such a huge city I found the people to be extremely welcoming. Though I was sometimes I overwhelmed, I enjoyed my time there.
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