MEXICO PARTY

So, two nights ago Amanda and I ventured out to meet our buddy Miguel for a party for Mexico's Independence Day. I ate some sort of meat and chocolate dish that was delicious but once I discovered that there was chocolate in it I sort of 'ughed' and felt weird and chocolately.

There was a man on the bus whose entire head was made of bumps and he looked a little like a weird version of the Hellraiser guy. When Amanda sat in front of him he actually moved his strange head back into my line of sight so I spent a long time staring out the window, trying not to stare at his bump head.

The party consisted of lots of drinking and dancing and lots of people trying to convince me to dance which was harrowing and frightening. I danced a little but once 5 in the morning rolled around I was ready to pass out and dance no more. One might say that I had danced myself out. Amanda, however, was still going strong.

There's not a lot to say, I found out some useful tourist things about Paris and danced ein bisschen but when Amanda and I got back to our rooms we ate pirogies (SP?!) rather than sleep. We made about 80 or so and ate them for three straight days. Delicious and filling. I felt like my ntire lower stomach was a rock for days. I still feel that way. BLARGH.