Eight Crazy Nights (4)

Night Four: Viva Guadalajara

Backstory: I honestly have no idea.

One night, Fawn, Anastasia, and I were out and things got pretty rowdy. I truly don’t remember the evening (shock), but I do know that at one point in our ride home, someone mentioned (as we were heading south) that we should just keep driving south to Guadalajara. (*Note: I have absolutely NO idea where in Mexico Guadalajara is, and if it’s even remotely straight south of MyCity, but it made sense at the time.)

All three of us were totally on board, other than yours truly… solely due to the fact that I had my contacts in and would have to stop at home first to get my contact solution, case, and glasses before we made this move.

And that’s the night my contact case kept me from moving to Guadalajara.

-Bev

P.S.- I realize that these nights haven’t been that funny because a) I don’t remember anything, b) I do edit some stuff out for the over 55+ crowd, and c) I haven’t gotten arrested. But, we’re halfway through and I’m going to push through this, dammit.