Mexican Evening (part 3)

We hop in the cab. “Habla Engles?” “Piquito”. “Ok, can you take us down by the Seniorial?” “Si, Si”. We get down to the shady area of town, and hit the street. We walk along a couple of minutes without seeing much. It was obviously dead around town, a far cry from the madness of spring break. Conceding to the fact that club action was at almost nil, we saw a place called Babe’s and decided to go in. Some large Mexican with a ponytail checks us at the door, and requests about 30 pesos from each of us. After heading up to the second floor and brushing aside a red curtain, we enter the main room. Another doorman approaches us to ask if we’d like seats by the stage, we decline and walk past the stage in the center of the room to reach the bar. “Dos Tecates, un vodka y tonica, por favor”. Craig and Jim have positioned themselves to have a direct view of the show going on, which hasn’t become that interesting yet. They ask me why I’m not staring as hard as they are, so I just tell them “That’s what the mirror behind the bar is for.” Some time goes by, we drink much more, and the shows get more interesting. It’s at this point that I realize I’m about to be broke, but in Mexico ATMs are not everywhere, there’s only a few in town, and to top it off I don’t know where any of them are. But, as if by some form of magic, poof! These two old gringos come sauntering in all fucked up; Craig strikes up a conversation with one of them, and he tells us he has a car out front and will take me to the bank. So we leave the place on our first of many times. On the way to the car it becomes more apparent how drunk this guy is, and that we probably shouldn’t drive around with him, but fuck it, this is Mexico. Luckily, the bank is only a few blocks away, and we’re back at the club before we know it, with these two loud, obnoxious, redneck gringos in tow. When we get back upstairs, we order shots of tequila, beers, and many more drinks. By now Craig is enthralled with this one girl he can’t stop talking about, he starts to talk to gringo one about the possibilities of a private show with her. At the same time gringo two is in my ear raving about this place around the corner. “You guys gotta come down with me and see this shit, it’s like a massage parlor, but they massage and suck you off for sixty, and for a little more they’ll fuck you.” None of us had the desire to fuck a prostitute, and we told him so. “Oh, oh, that’s cool man, but you gotta come there with me anyway just to check out the scene, I know the owner, so it’s cool, let’s just go there, meet the girls, and we’ll come right back”. Cool, whatever, we just said fuck it, and went over there with him. So now, our gang of five drunken gringos is walking down the streets, causing a ruckus. After a few blocks, we stumble upon the place, and it has a big, yellow, lit-up smiley face about 50 feet above the building. When we walk in, there is the madam in her office, and the assorted girls in the other room watching TV. Gringo two rushes in there, and promptly greets everyone in sight. He introduces us to everyone, then we all bullshit with each other in broken English/Spanish. After much laughter, watching some futbol, and gringo two being as inappropriate as could be with all the girls, we were back out into the alleyway. At this point, we all got split up for about thirty minutes before finding each other again at the bar.
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part four tommorrow...