They always say "Don't drink the water"

I live a measly 11 miles from the Mexican boarder, and if you can remember from my Ireland post, I want to take more advantage of sightseeing wherever I go. So last year in July, O.J., his friend Solis and another guy and I all decided to go down to Mexico for the night. If it hadn't been for Solis, (who spoke fluent Spanish) I don't think we would have gone. So this is how the night played out.

We picked up Solis, then picked up his friend (and I feel sorry for the guy because I can't remember his name for the life of me but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of David). Once we had everyone we started heading for the boarder. We took the last exit in the United States (literally, the sign says that too) and parked the car in a cheep little parking lot and started walking over the bridge to Mexico.

Once in Mexico, we were bombarded with fliers for all the night life in Tijuana AKA TJ. We had already decided we didn't want to stay in TJ and that we wanted to go to this little beach front club down in Rosarito. So we hailed a taxi, which wasn't hard because everyone was asking us if we needed one, and with the help of Solis and his bilingual tongue, we got a van to carry us all to party town Rosarito. It was beautiful because the taxi van took us to the scenic route and we drove right along the coast the whole way. We could see the moon reflecting off a calm, deep blue ocean. Once in Rosorito, I saw why it was a good idea to leave the car and take a taxi. The streets were packed with partiers and cars alike. Pedestrians were cutting off cars left and right, cars were cutting off pedestrians right and left, it was just hectic. And you could hear music from the club Papas and Beer as well as all the little shops open looking for business.

By this point, everyone was starving, so I used my sniffer to track down this little taco shop that was hoppin. Haha, listen to me, I'm using club lingo like 'hoppin'. Anyways, we ordered some tacos and took a seat. They brought out our orders with some salsa and chips and we all went to town. OJ and I put the salsa on our tacos and man did that taste good, but no one else felt adventurous to try the El Diablo's salsa.... that's not really what it was called though, it was just HOT!

After we stuffed our faces and felt energised again, we were ready for some dancing. Papas and Beer here we come! Now when I said beach front club I meant beach front club... half of the place was sand. It even had a volleyball court in the middle of club. I wanted to play so bad, but we were there to dance, not play. I knew not to drink the water, unless it was bottled and so I ordered a coca cola while the others had fun. So after a few hours, we felt like mixing it up. Solis knew of another club, but it was back up in TJ. We were too thrilled about that, but we weren't ready to go home. We figured, we would hit one more club and if it was in TJ, it would be closer to home and we could just boarder hop once we were finished with the next club.

Enter... Coco Bongo. The club was colorful, loud and very active from the outside so I was up for it. What I wasn't expecting though were all the professional male dancers up on the stage in the middle of the room. Man was that embarrassing. Being the only girl of our group and with my boyfriend.... yeah.... Luckily they were only on stage for about another 10 minutes. The Coco Bongo was soooo loud. We just couldn't hear ourselves think! So I whispered into O.J.'s ear, which ended up me screaming into his ear that I was ready to go, and I could tell he wasn't feeling well. He looked pale and he had a headache just as bad as I did from how loud the music was. Time to round up the crew... only problem was, Solis and David* were nowhere to be found. After about a half hour of worried searching, they finally presented themselves and we were on our way home. I could tell O.J. was done for the night.

We got over the boarder and were yards away from the car when O.J. started complaining about wanting to throw up, and throw up he did. I felt so bad for the poor guy because he was the driver, and he didn't look or feel good. All he wanted to do was get home and rest. So first stop was David's*. Then on to Solis. From there, we got 2 blocks from Solis's house when we came up to a light. It was about 2 am and so there were no cars and the light was green. But O.J. stopped at the light, threw off his seat belt, flung open the door and ... well had a repeat of his earlier display. At this point I knew all we had to do was get home. But which way was home? We knew how to get to Solis's house, but had NO idea how to get back. Can you say lost? This was not the time to get lost. O.J. was sweating, panting and pale and we needed to get home like, an hour ago....

Finally after some extensive searching and great navigation skills on his part, O.J. got us home. The next day... guess who got sick....Me. And I didn't understand it. I didn't drink the water, O.J. didn't drink the water... we didn't have anything ..... *DING* light bulb.... EL DIABLO'S SALSA!

That was our only explanation.

So take a tip from me, do as Charlotte did in the Sex and the City movie and BYOP.... 'Bring your own Pudding'. Needless to say, next time we go to Mexico... we will definitely be eating BEFORE we go.