Cuando el sol se duerme la fiesta comienza...
De noche vallarta es la onda. At nights we would visit all the different clubs in the city of vallarta. I am not sure where everybody went on the first night, but as far as I know everybody went to Carlos and Zoo. La segunda noche hicimos lo mismo. La diferencia fue que Joel se quiso ir al emporium porque se iba a encontrar ahi a unas del Ameriguan de México, ademas creo que iba a haber wet tshirt contest pero nadie se atrevió a entrarle a la mera hora. Con nosotros en el Carlos si se atrevieron, ya saben como es el white trash de vallarta (excuse the racist remark). Pero no voy a ser más gráfico. Solo voy a decir que una se quitó todo (wax and all). Cabe mencionar que viter acabó con ella y le dijo que era gay para ligarsela.
No se, pero todos regresabamos temprano del relajo, tres quizás cuatro de la mañana...
Algunos aunque digan que no se fueron al "bule-bule". Algunos (la mayoria) se aventaban un tour de varios antros. There was a night i went to carlos, zoo, and collage. I dont think anyone went to cactus, but i guess my memory fails me sometime.
Al mismo tiempo que estabamos nosotros tomandonos nuestro "senior skip week" y nuestro viaje de generación, el American School de la Cd. de México y el Instituto de Ciencias de Guadalajara hacian lo mismo en Vallarta. Buen relajo, bueno...
Que diferencia este viaje al de 9th grade no? Back then we had to sneak in a lot of the people in our grade into the nightclubs. This time some of the bouncers even recognized us. WE had to have help LEAVING the clubs instead of entering them...
Carlos was the same thing it always is. Zoo kinda sucked, they played a lot of electronic music but cut down too much on the hip hop. Oh well you just cant win them all i guess. Christine was awesome on the free bar night. The barman ripped me off (and whats new) but it was still cool. By the third martini (minus the one steph "dropped") it was all good. I remember that we were there for like an hour or so. Then it got confusing, we went down to carlos and you probably have heard about what happened after that on that night so I will refrain from restating it...
the worst bartender this side of the river...
Cuando llegamos ya no habia pescado.
