Sunday, November 23, 2003

Tourism.
The Trip To Mexico, Part 1

The trip to Mexico started off bad- the reason I say that is that I got no sleep on Friday night. I went to bed at around 2:30 or so and attempted to get at least a couple of hours in before I had to wake up to get ready to go.

3:50-4 I was tossing and turning, wondering why it was so hot- after a few minutes I got fed up with this and went to check on the thermostat. It was set on heat at 78 degrees. That really irritated me- I definately had not of done that, I like it really cold so most nights I have the AC on really low if anything. I turned it on AC/70 degrees right quick and opened the windows.

It was no use, it didn't get cool fast enough to give me time to drop off to sleep. So I got around 40-50 minutes of sleep total, lol. [Neither of my parents have admitted to the crime either, so it leaves me in wonder. -_-]

Well, my alarm blared at 5 and I lept up to take a shower. Took me around 14 minutes to do. As soon as I was dry I realized that I didn't have a clean pair of jeans to wear- so I threw a pair in, counting on it taking around an hour to wash/dry in total.

Intill around a minute my ride arrived I was in a shirt, socks and underwear.

The shit I took to Mexico was basic- 37 dollars, headphones, cd player, cds, The Hobbit, a snack bar, two sodas and my garage door opener.

There were two things I was supposed to acquire for my parents- a large bottle of pure vanilla and a bag of pastries.

With all that said, my ride rolled up into my driveway at around 6:14 or so. It consisted of Ben, my good bro, and his mother Gracie.

I was the first to be picked up of 6- 6 in a small car. That is right, she somehow crammed 3 people in the front part of the car and 3 people in the back- leaving all 4 teenagers quite uncomfortable.

Aside from Ben we had Alex [guy who lives in my neighborhood and who used to be a rival, you could say] and Stephen- an emo, diabetic, pessimist on antidepressents that I have not seen for like.. 4 years.

The other adult was a guy named Steven. Dr. Steven. He is 90 years old with two doctrates. He can speak 5 languages.

It sounds like I am describing an action doll, woo hoo for the old guy.

Anyway, he was cool- no missing that, quite smart and he had a good sense of humor for someone whos first language wasn't english.

With all of us crammed into the car I was the one who was speaking the most for the teenagers- mainly making 'witty' retorts to what the adults were saying.

One of the most notable was one that was started by Gracie, while we were enroute to get Steven after rounding up all the teenagers.

She glanced up and to the left, staring at the quarter moon and said "Wow, that moon is really beautiful tonight. Quarter moon, isn't it? It looks just like a 3d obkect from here."

My eyes shifted from the moving scenery out the window to the back of her head, where I said "That could be because it is a 3d object."

I noticed out of my eyes that Stephen and Alex started to grin a bit.

Gracie sort of glanced back and said "Oh, really? Tell me all about it, Kenny."

I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to think of how to end all of this- my eyes shot open as soon as I did and I started speaking, a mischeivious grin on my face.

"Well, you see- the moon is what we call a Sphere, a 3d plane. It is somewhat gray and has a few craters on it."

I paused for a moment for dramatic effect and then said, "Also I believe it is communist."

Alex burst out laughing to my right and Stephen had a wider grin [he doesn't laugh much, lol.] Ben was too sleepy to care, but Gracie also started laughing.

Just one of the more interesting conversations in the car that morning.

Anyway, we arrived at the SouthWest Research Institute. Gracie was head of their travel branch- she organized the various trips she sponsored to various places, including the various trips to Nuevo Laredo I go on.

We arrived just, by chance, as the large-stereotypical tourist bus arrived! Yes, those huge otherwordly machines that are painted white+only one other color and have the logo of their company humping it on the side.

Well, all of the teenagers were given the task of taking in the stuff that Gracie had bought for all of the people on the trip- 4 boxes of muffins and 2 boxes of large, bulk containers of little juice packs. Not too bad, but as soon as we entered the bus we were in the massive charade of being placed in a seat- all the teenagers were together in two rows, me and Stephen in the third from the front, Alex and Ben in the second from the front. Both on the right side, of course.

And, thusly, our journey began.
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