First of all, I forgot my passport (is that even necessary anymore?) so I just wrote my birthday on a piece of scrap paper (a la high school bars in new orleans) and gave it to the dude at the border. Then we did a bunch of fun things but the highlight was something I saw on a roadside---there was some busted up traveling circus/freak show with a mariachi band and a money smoking a cigar. But I actually found that incredibly banal.
What REALLY excited me was the lobster smoking the cigar. Now that's a new twist on an old thing! It looked something like this:
Then I woke up and wondered what type of tequila I had that made me blackout for the whole flight back to New York.
Then I really woke up and thought that was the stupidest dream ever but really wished it were all true.
