This year my birthday fell on a Monday meaning that I had
the whole weekend for pre-birthday celebrations. On Friday night, Ale came down and we went out for Karaoke with
a few friends and his cousins.
Although only one person gets the mike, everyone sang along with them in solidarity!
Which meant I felt very foreign when didn’t know the words to a single Mexican ballad.
The first thing that hits you on entering the cantabar is the stench of tequila.Which might explain why no one seemed self-conscious about their singing (except me!)
But I knew that I’d have to sing
something eventually. After an agonizing hour and a half waiting, furtively
sipping my tequila and tonic water and hoping they would forget about me, they
processed my song request (in English). With the help of a friend, Nadya, I just
about made it to the end of Bruno Mars’ Lazy
Song without dying of shame.
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Saturday brought us to a Playa Tamarindo which is beach themed and had yardas
instead of glasses.
There were beach bums
coming out of the ceiling (papier mache bums not real ones ofc), as well as sharks,
parrots, pirates and the like.
Not quite believing how sweet/large my cocktail was
Ale and Edu
Everyone is frisked at the
entrance and bags are checked. At first
found this a bit strange but after hearing some horror stories about
fights between rival universities, it seems like a reasonable precaution to
take.
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Sunday night and my boyfriend took me out to dinner.
It makes me feel a little nauseous to look at the pictures
now (I’ve got an upset stomach) but my chiles en nogada were a delicious combination of nutty, sweet
flavours complimented by spicy meat.
Ale ordered mole which is a typical poblano
dish.
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On Monday, my birthday, the chiles en nogada bit back. I forfeited my birthday lunch for a
stomach injection to ease the pain.
Given the course of events, I postponed cutting the cake
until later.
After everyone sang happy birthday, Carro shoved my head into the cake.
Because that’s traditional in Mexico, so they say.
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