Mexico on a Friday Night

Did you know you can travel to another country and meet people from your own backyard?

The PPP’s had a [quiet, safe and sober] great time in Mexico. The disco was where we made the party happen. Yes, WE made the party happen. Because we are that amazing.

Second night, hanging outside the hotel lobby where we [did not] could smoke. I’m not sure what we were talking about - I’m sure it was riveting. All of a sudden, “Did you say you were from Texas?” And there begins the most interesting night.

New Texas Friend #1 (hereby known as NTF1) lives in Houston. He was a cutey (say thanks NTF1!), but I’m pretty sure that when he wandered off sometimes he was mackin’ on some 20 year olds. At least that’s what his friend (known here as NTF2) said. HAHA. NTF2, and this is crazy, lives in Carrollton. I work in Carrollton. Who knew?

So, here we all are. [Not] Drinking and [junior high] dancing. Um, sure, we kept it clean. Well, saintly, really, compared to the eye-violations from the night before. Let’s just say it was fun.
PPP2 got dropped on the floor. We’re still not sure what was supposed to happen, but pretty sure that being dropped wasn’t it.

PPP1 likes to dance. She even got a lap dance, of sorts, from one of the NTF’s. She is quite popular!

PPP3 learned to salsa. Ok, she didn’t really learn, but she tried! Learning salsa is hard when you are [not] drinking.

PPP4 left with one of the NTF’s. She swears she told her fellow PPP’s, but they don’t think so. PPP4 will hear about this so called “incident” for a while now because she worried the other ones, even though she also swears nothing happened.

It’s a shame the NTF’s are taken, because, well, it would definitely be fun to do this more often. Hey, guys, whenever you’re single…

And, yes, we have pictures of everything. Pictures that the masses don’t get to see.