Last night, at one point, we (Catherine, her friend Tara, and I) were in a bar in the seediest part of Oaxaca. We were going to leave soon, but I was already quite fed up with the place. This guy comes up to me with a bottle of something neon green and asks if I want a shot.
"No thanks," I say.
"Come on, it's only water."
"No mames,*" I said, because, Fucking seriously?
"Okay," he says, "it's water with lime."
"No mames," I repeat, and then turn away.
Half an hour later, we finally left that bar to meet up with Jill, Carlos, and Dulce. We walked in to the band playing "Last Night" and it made me so happy, I completely forgot to care about that stupid bar. And we all sang along, really loudly and obnoxiously, because that's what the Strokes do to us white girls.
Then after that bar, around 3 a.m., on my way home with Carlos, Jill, and Dulce, Jill and I started singing "Paper Planes" in our attempts to be gangsta'. Dulce and Carlos found this very funny, even though I don't think they understand the lyrics (they don't speak English). But I'm sure thug stares translated perfectly.
*Don't bullshit
Ew, it's water with lime. I probably would have punched that guy and gotten thrown out of the country. Hahaha.
ResponderBorrarIt wasn't water with lime. Probably tequila with lime.
ResponderBorrarno mames guey!
ResponderBorrarThanks Gracie.
ResponderBorrarHahaha, yeah I know. I meant to put quotes around it, like I can't believe he tried to seriously play that off.
ResponderBorrarIt's not even like it was clear like water. Tequila is usually brownish yellow isn't it? At least vodka or clear rum would have resembled it better...