¡Viva México!

If you were quick enough in the last entry you would've seen that the flag behind us in the picture is the Mexican flag, and that's because we spent the weekend before the Fourth of July in Ensenada, Mexico! Woo-hoo!! Yeah, that was an incredible weekend! We did everything from clubbing to riding 4-wheelers on the beach, from sleeping on the beach to playing golf at this insanely nice golf course, from getting fake tattoos to getting robbed. Yeah, what a weekened. :-) Some of the highlights:

As mentioned, we did hit up Papas & Beer a few times while out there, though I only went once (I was too tired to spend the hours of 12am-3am in a club every night). It was actually pretty fun, though some parts were pretty gross. Maybe some day in the future when I'm with guys that don't give a darn how I act or look or whatever, I might just consider going and dancing again. Just maybe.


We took some 4-wheelers onto the beach and had a blast! Despite our best efforts, only a few minor injuries were incurred. We did happen to get the police involved, but that was just kicking us off of some part of the beach. We did find some sweet ramps to take, got to drive 40mph through the Ensenada streets like a red-neck version of Hell's Angels, and have a few vids of it all for proof. It was awesome. And, with a little more luck, we left with Trent narrowly avoiding buying a whole ATV. Hehe.


We did have a hardy round of golf that proved more physically beneficial than a 30-minute ab workout! Our golf game consisted of us rounding up 95 golf balls that had flown outside of the driving range nets, smuggling them onto the course, getting caught using them, eventually using all of them before the end of the 9th hole, and utterly destroying a $300 driver, totally on accident of course. The story behind each of those events is long and full of hilarious details, but I don't have the time right now. Ask me if you want a full report. ;-)


We finished the 4-day weekend trip off with a day at the beach in San Diego, followed by a firework show that most of us missed anyways, but hey, the trip was great. We ended up not killing one another after staying in close contact for 72 hours and had some gnarly stories to share later. Plus, we all came back with those ridiculous farmer's tans burnt off our skin, only to have them return within a week, like a dog to its vomit...ok, maybe not so revolting, but still - those tans are embarrassing.

¡Que viva México!