Ok, so the hottest it has EVER been in Merida (as rumor has it) is 44 degrees Celcius. Rumor also has it that yesterday it was 43 degrees. Do you know how hot that is? Thatīs ALMOST 110 F. Woah. Seriously. So given just that, I might have to argue that global warming is real. Cause, honestly, how can it be practically the hottest day Merida has ever had. I mean, it could obviously be a fluke hot streak, but no one seems to think so. I mean, I am just going based on rumor here. Though, since rumor has a PhD in zooarchaeology, I think I might be inclined to believe him. (Cause heīs smart, not cause heīs a meteorologist).
Anyway, my expedition to the mall didnīt go as awesomely as planned. We got there and all and wandered around, but around three everyone decided they wanted to go home, because either they wanted to eat but didnīt want to buy food or they wanted to nap or whatever. The napping one is just silly, because when itīs 105 degrees (and itīs hotter inside than outside because thereīs no breeze) you just canīt sleep. So anyway, we left at three, which is the hottest part of the day, and didnīt get to enjoy the delicious airconditioning for that part. It was, however, a fairly successful venture as far as buying goes. I bought a shirt that says ŋMe haces loch? Which is Yucatecan dialect for Will you hug me? With the word "loch" meaning hug in Mayan. I also got a new Juanes cd for crazy cheap. (Itīs one of his older albums, so it was on sale. Sweet! I love Juanes. I think Iīll marry him if he and his wife get divorced since he cheated on her. Argh. Heīs so romantic. He shouldnīt have done that.) Anyway, I came home and sat around doing nothing. The problem with it being so hot is that I donīt feel like doing anything. I seriously want nothing more than to sit and do absolutely nothing while the time passes until itīs cooler. Thatīs why Iīm up at 3:30 in the morning, because itīs not an oven.
Anyway, in other news, after I went to the mall I went to the park to use the internet, and a drunk guy sat down next to me telling me about his drug problems. So I went home.
Today I decided to go out with Rachel for a margarita in the late afternoon to enjoy the coolness of the street and because margaritas are delicious. Anyway, we went to the restaurant and asked for our margaritas and they came and were SO strong. I mean, I was basically drinking tequila with just enough lime juice to keep it from burning. Anyway, there were AT LEAST four shots of tequila in this drink, which is just ridiculous, and after I was finished with it I was quite tipsy. I mean, mix four shots of tequila with the fact that I was a decently dehydrated lightweight, and it was a problem. So we left the restaurant and went and got some potato chips and water and drank and ate that and then I felt a little better. But seriously, I canīt imagine why they would make the drinks so strong. If they made them weaker, people would buy more, plus they would save money on the alcohol. I mean, seriously, four shots in one margarita? Itīs obscene. Silvia (who loved her motherīs day present, by the way) suggested that maybe the bartender forgot and double served our glasses, but it seems odd that he would do that to two of them. Oh well. All is better now.
Tomorrow weīre going to the beach, so Iīll get nice and sunburned. I mean, Iīm going to put on sunscreen, but the sun in the tropics is crazy strong, so I donīt think Iīll survive the day without it. A bunch of people are leaving Thursday, so Wednesday night weīre going out to eat as a goodbye party thing. Saturday me, Anna, Annie and Rachel (the people I went to Chiapas with, minus Al and who I went to Campeche with, minus Marcus) are having an unbirthday party because none of us had birthdays while we were in Mexico. Theyīre all gonna come over to my house and weīre going to make pastel de tres leches (mmmm) and hang out in the living room. Oh, I forgot to tell Silvia. Iīll have to remember to do that.
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