Tijuana, Mexico… Eh!
What do you get when you cross a Mexican, three Americans, and a Canadian?
Answer: A mess…
The evening began with some “pre-gaming” at the house, and heading into Tijuana to find a good bar to set up shop.
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We found a great bar with live music and it’s here that the compitition began to see who would come out as the victor of a prestigeous, and classic award.
***Side Note: After drinking enough beers laced with lime and salt, you find yourself doing things that leave you baffled come morning time.
In this session of The Beer Funnel, we’ll look at four candidates in the running for the The Golden Cup.
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Candidate #1: Fabian
After drinking from the funnel, Fabian found himself forgetting he was DD. Not only is Mexico his home country, he is also a veteran of the live music scene. He had known the musicians playing at the bar, and he ended up playing onstage for three songs. Two of which I joined him on (The Doors “Roadhouse Blues,” and Pearl Jam’s “Black”).
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Candidate #2: Shawn
Playin’ his cards right, he was able to zone in and hit it up! We’ve all got our tastes and preferences, and everyone always needs “a whole lot” of lovin’. And knowing that one conquest wasn’t enough, he also took time to talk with a colorful senarita, who was peaking around the corner and checkin’ him out!
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Candidate #3: Jeff
Now, it’s understood that you are not supposed to just walk up and grab ass, but Jeff just had to reach out and touch the moon! Apparently, when a butt is as colorful as this one was, it screams, wanting to be grabbed by a handful. It worked out well for him and she didn’t turn around, slapping him straight across the face. Before he knew it, girls were lining up to do some dancin’!
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Candidate #4: Kyle
Kyle woke up in the next morning realizing that he’d forgotten his bank card in a Mexican ATM in Tijuana. Women were checkin’ him out all night, and Shawn informed him that he fit the ideal “gringo” look that Latino girls like. He also did well communicating with the locals, always cooly responding “yea,” or “no” to everyone that approached him trying to sell something. After a many, many pints… Kyle had his drunkin’ tiger face in full effect!
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So, after viewing the candidates, one assesses the facts and details to conclude a winner, and end the anticipation. So, the winner is:
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Awarded for 4 reasons:
1) being designated driver and putting up with an arrogant, and demeaning Immigration Officer… Fabian was cool under pressure, and got us home in one piece
2) taking us to eat some great, freshly made street vendor tacos and quesadias. (Easily, the best I’ve eaten to date)
3) knowing the band at the club, and not only playing drums with them for three songs, but also getting me up to play two songs
4) because he’s from Mexi-Cali……. Eh!
*Footage of Fabian and myself playin’ The Doors’ “Roadhouse Blues”*
*Footage taken by Kyle*