Continued from Mexico City Day 6 Part 1.
The shuttle barely gets filled up. Hmmm…I hope other people just decided to go by taxi instead of taking the shuttle. JM and BM thought that the wedding started an hour earlier, but I told them of the shuttle pickup schedule. They decided to show up early via taxi from their house. We shall see…I hope I am not going to be late.
By the way, this is a high society wedding. People here are about the same height as people from the US. Almost everyone is fair skinned, of mostly Spanish descent. This crowd also contained one of the highest concentrations of beautiful women I’ve seen in my life. It seems kind of surreal actually. I feel like I am in a dream world where everything and everyone is beautiful.
Disclaimer: The women weren’t beautiful because they were fair skinned, but they were beautiful because they were just beautiful. I am not PC about so many different things, but this is not one of them. To me, hot is hot.
Disclaimer: From this point on, it’ll seems like I use “shots” and “!” excessively, but it’s not due to embellishment. There were that many shots, and there were that many “!” worthy moments!!
I am so rarely formally dressed, so I felt this desire to throw in a little flair up my sleeves, literally.
I am already getting a really good buzz by this point. All the alcohol is going straight into the blood without much food in my stomach.
Our main dish of beef and asparagus. The servers bring out platters of food to you, then you serve yourself from the platter. By the time the platter made it around the table to me, it was almost empty. I made a joke that I was going to take all the rest in the platter so that there isn’t any left over for JM, who was sitting next to me, and the last person to be served. I did take it all, so he didn’t get any food…well, until a backup platter was brought out to him. In my defense, I did eat everything that I put on my plate.
The dancing starts. There were no speeches, no toasts, no cake cutting. None that I remember anyway. There were a few dances with family members, then the dance floor opens up for an all night dance party!!
OK, that didn’t take long. Here comes the shots. At one point earlier in the night, while having dinner, I was having doubts that it would be a fun drunken night. I was eating, and drinking slowly, which just got me tired. Well, after a few of these double shots, I just grabbed a higher gear.
The dancing is still going strong. Had this been an US wedding, the crowded would have started to thin out already. The dancing would have slowed down. Nope, not here. On top of the everything the DJ was badass and played the best songs. He started out mostly with American songs that we all know. Some classic funk music, and of course, Michael Jackson got thrown into the mix.
So my friend KR asked me to pinch JM in the neck. I must have been drunk when I read his message, because he had actually said punch. Well, here’s a photo of me pinching JM…KR, I was unable to get a photo of a vomiting JM. I tried, but was unsuccessful.
Shots!! The guy on the right was mentioned to me during the night of the bachelor party. His name is C, and he’s a javelin champion. He has a reputation of getting out of control crazy as he starts drinking. Wait, why did RT want me to meet a guy who gets out of control crazy when he’s drunk. It’s an open bar…shit…
F on the left side, another one of my new friends who I met the night of the bachelor party. You know, the guy who was my manager who was going to go 12 shots head to head with me. Well, I went up to him tonight and said that we are still short 3 shots from the other night. He said that tonight, we start anew. The countdown starts over at 0. We do 12 shots tonight.
JM gets lucky, and gets a shot of water. We demand that he take another. Yet, another water. Fuck you bitch, take another shot! Good, he got a real shot this time. I guess it’s roulette until you get the bullet in the chamber.
I made it with them as far as the front door, then some switch turned back on in my head. I said goodbye to them and told them that I am headed back to the dance floor.
M grabs my camera, and tells me to get into the fray. Oh no, I am already wasted, that’s not for me.
All of a sudden, everything stopped. Everyone stopped dancing, and the area clears out. What’s going on?
I did not remember why I had this photo in my camera when I first saw it the next day. Then little bits of memory came back to me. I think I was looking for my waiter, and in my drunken state, I just decided to walk into the kitchen myself to find him. While in the kitchen, I started dancing and I motioned to some of the wait staff to join in. Here’s a guy who was happy to pull out a few moves! Yeah!!
It’s late, I am tired, my feet hurt, I am drunk, I feel like throwing up. I don’t want to throw up in the restroom here, I want to go back to my hotel room, throw up in the toilet and pass out in the restroom floor. At this moment, that sounded like the best thing for me to do.
This is a fun story that I remember bits and pieces of. I came out to the front exit, where all the valets(maybe 15 of them) are hanging out waiting to fetch the cars for the guests leaving. Well, as I was out here waiting for my shuttle to take me back to the hotel, a couple of girls came out. I don’t remember what exactly happened, but they had an attitude of have sticks up their asses. So, as they were looking the other way, I did a little comical imitation of them and all the valets started cracking up. The girls would turn around, then I’d quickly stop. This went on a few times until finally the girls got in their car and left. We all had a great time!! Hahaha! Now thinking back, I wonder if the girls caught me making fun of them…perhaps they did, but I was too drunk to care.
I want to leave, and I stumble my way back to the exit. I am standing out there amongst a sea of valets by myself. I am talking to them in my insufficient Spanish, and they are talking to me in their insufficient English. We are still making a joke of those girls from earlier. Don’t ask me how we were communicating, but we were, because we were laughing together. Then RT came out, saw me chatting to them and said “KL, we need a photo of this. Do you know how hilarious this is with you all here by yourself and all these valets talking and laughing.”(he said something along those lines) So, here’s me, RT, and my valet friends who all shared some joke with me at some stuck up girls’ expense.
RT convinces me not to leave yet. He gets his wedding planner, who grabs me by the hand and takes me back inside and sits me down with this random girl at a random table. The wedding planner introduces me to the random girl and we start talking. The whole time, I am thinking to myself, “who is this girl, what table is this, and why am I talking to her?” She ended up being a friend of the bride’s sister’s friend…or something like that. Anyhow, we started talking and she asked me if I saw the fight that happened earlier? WWWHHHHAAATTTTT??? Where? How could I have missed it? Apparently, there was a fight between the bride’s brother and some other guy. Maybe C, the guy who gets crazy when he gets drunk? The bride’s brother’s nose got broken and the other guy got kicked out. At least that’s what I remember her telling me.
I found brother of the bride with the broken nose(you can see the white bandage over his nose)!! He’s gonna have a good story to tell for years!! Good for him for still dancing up a storm though despite his injury!
Alright, one last photo before I bow out. I am going to catch the last shuttle out of here, which leaves at 5. I don’t think words can explain this night. Fucking epic would be an understatement. I am glad I stayed later and got to experience the rest of the night when the partying got cranked up. The music got faster. The dancing got wilder. The never ending shots got stronger. The jokes got funnier. The girls got prettier. The world got happier.
The dance floor was still full of people dancing hard when I made my exit. I remember them switching more to Spanish songs as the night wore on. Does the music ever stop here?
Fuck it, I am tired of waiting. A few other guys who are also staying at the same hotel as me agreed to get a cab and split it. The cabbie wants 200, that’s kind of pricy. Alright, whatever, we’ll split it. I just want to go home and pass out. Lucky, staying for an extra hour somehow made me not want to vomit anymore.
I came back to my room, and funnily, before passing straight out, I carefully put away my tuxedo. By carefully, I meant as carefully as a really drunk man could do. After that, I put my head down on my pillow and immediately, everything went dark. I am sure I wore a big smile on my face as I slept though.
To be continued at Mexico City Day 7/Home, Sweet Home.