Montezuma's Revenge (Summer 2013)

Last summer after getting sick in Mexico City, I spent a few days in NYC ignoring how sick I was. I wrote this on the airplane ride from NYC to Boston, where I never really got any better. I didn't scribble as many notes then, but perhaps I'll make a part two to this. Since I have a cold today, this seems like the perfect time to post this.

Find three friends. Go to Mexico City. Eat street food. Ride bikes. Eat street food. Say goodbye to Craig. Be jealous of him three days later (later you find out his fate was the same). Go to the 17^th best restaurant in the world. Drink Mexican wine. Eat ants. Get drunk. 

Wake up the next morning. Urinate. Defecate. Get a cappuccino. Get a bagel. Yes, a bagel. Plan your day. Defecate. Defacate. 

“Shit.”

Enjoy room service for your last meal in Mexico City. Watch Argo. Watch Ted. Sleep on and off; never reach REM state. Read the Wikipedia page for “Montezuma’s Revenge”.

Go to the airport. Eat a banana. Relax. Feel better. Run through DFW. Sweat; but make the connecting flight. Land in LGA and patiently, but frustratedly wait for your luggage which is on the next flight. Arrive at friend’s place in Bushwick. Wait for him. Listen to Saves the Day. Andy comes home; trade stories. Pass out 

and sleep in. Feel better. Go out. Get coffee. Go to a beer garden. Play bocce. Drink a beer. Talk with friends. Talk about music and writing and music writing. Drink more beer. Eat a slice. Smile, laugh. Go to the park. Meet more friends, drink more beer. Eat tacos. 

Regret those tacos.