last night

i decided to go out and see what the nights had to offer here in mexico city. i take the metro to the fun part of town and immediately get asked for directions by a mexican guy that speaks as much english as i do spanish. i figure he is from out of town as well. (y'all think you know where this is going don't you?) my involuntary Texas manner's reflex caused me to immediately reach for my gringo pocket map in my back pocket. five minutes into broken spanish analog mapquest, he asks me for a hug. i say i have to meet friends. he says 'where?'. i reach in the vacinity of my ass and pull forth the address 109 lordes st. and start walking towards the 'club'. matt's dog 'Rocket' should take heeling lessons from this guy. we arrive at the closed down citibank office at 109 lordes. 'well, fuck me' i mumble to his delight. i explain that i must have gotten the address wrong so i call Derek in Oklahoma City to see which club they are at here in Mexico. Derek, do you want to take it from here?