My mom was at a resort in northern Mexico, and she met a really funny couple from Mexico City. They became good friends, and my parents went out to dinner with them in Los Angeles. On Friday my mom told me that they wanted me to visit them at their ranch west of Mexico City. I got in touch with them, and on Saturday morning I made the journey to their estate. I woke up Saturday morning, dying of thirst, from a night of moderate drinking. Water is something you don't really think about in normal drunken circumstances, but in Mexico you can't drink from the tap. I was out of water, so I went down to the abarrotes (I don't know what it means either, but you can figure it out from the context of
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