My first Mezcal

Most of the rest of the students in the program arrived today, and this girl named Catherine gave me a call. She's an indie kid (the good kind) from upstate New York who buys loose tobacco and skins instead of real cigarettes.

We met up with Ashley at the Zócalo (that's the proper name for the central plaza) and we were chatting outside the Hotel Monte Alban when this guy named Carlos came up to us, saying he needed to talk to someone in English. Okay, whatever. He said he's from Oaxaca but lived in San Diego and Chicago, which explained his American accent. He talked to us for awhile, then came back fifteen minutes later and suggested we go out.

Okay, we said, one drink.

His brother (okay) and his father (what?) came with us and ordered six Mezcals. Which is Oaxacan tequlia. I think. Anyway, it was somewhat awkward, because we fully intended to scadoodle (and Ashley kept mentioning the movie Taken to us, like, WE KNOW IT'S SKETCH, DON'T REMIND US) after the one drink. Which we did.

But hey, first drink! Bought for me by Mexicans! On my second night here! We are fucking pro.