1:00 pm.
Barely recovering from yesterday.
Yes. The Tijuana Adventure did materialize.
Yes. It was awesome.
Repeated customers are the best.
I didn’t even know he was a repeat customer until like 10 minutes after meeting. I knew he looked familiar.
Then I couldn’t remember how our tour went or who were the other people.
And it suddenly hit me.
And I remembered the Canadians (and one British guy).
That was a fun night.
And it was apparently 2 years or so ago.
This time it was one of those Canadians from 2 years ago and two new friends from Canada/Kosovo.
After a delay on the meetup and some confusion, I found them at the Starbucks in Las Americas Outlet Mall. Crossed the border. It went smooth. Then downtown.
We started at Mamut in Pasaje, followed by Norte, followed by Tinieblo for some mezcal, and then Teléfonica right before it closed for food, then Plaza Fiesta for more beer, and yep… ended up in Zona Norte.
One of the guys didn’t drink, so he just followed around. They were all cool and I’m glad I hung out with them (and also got paid).
I got home at midnight according to my texts to my girlfriend of me being on my way home.
I thought I was going to be done at 10 pm. Nope. Just after midnight. I left them in Hong Kong.
Hah.
I just remembered. The strip club sort of kicked me out because I refused to let them see my phone. They blamed me for taking a video. I didn’t do it. Why would I do that?
I told the dudes my goodbyes and said I had to leave anyway.
Memory is hazy of when I got home. I’m sure I went straight to bed.
Woke up in a state of no brain hungover.
Not feeling bad.
Just feeling like my brain was not inside my head.
Zombie.
Zombie hungover.
David, the neighbor, is here in my apartment. Fiddling with my guitar. He is here because they cut his water in his apartment and he asked to borrow my shower.
He saw my guitar. Apparently, he has never met her before.
He is moving away in a week :(
The cool neighbors are leaving.
My girlfriend will be home soon.
I have tons of food porn to post.
And there are more Tijuana Adventure stories to tell.
There. I noodled with my guitar for a little bit.
Writing a new math rock song and liking it a bit more now.
I wonder where it will go.
I wonder if any drummer is up to the task to play with my shenanigans.
David, the neighbor, showered and left to get birria.
I’m hungry but I’ll wait for my girlfriend to come home. Which is soon. And I’m not even done with my word vomit.
It feels like Sunday and it is entirely not Sunday.
But I should get some work this weekend. Rent and no money do not mix well.
The Tijuana Adventure paid for 2/3 of my rent. Which was less money than we actually agreed on. But it’s fine.
At least rent is cheap and I can make it in a day or two. The biggest advantage of the border crossing life.
It was a fun night with a lot of drinking.
I hate that I have to charge people. But I have too.
I’m still undecided with tours. I want to keep doing them, but I also want to have the awesome clients I’ve had. I yet haven’t had a bad tour.
Only one cancellation bachelor party tour because half the party got scurred and didn’t want to go to Tijuana no more.
The other I canceled myself after I figured out that dude just wanted a guy to do heavy drugs with and that’s not me.
Tours like the one I had yesterday, would be awesome to have once a week. It was just three guys… and I sort of prefer it when it’s not more than four…
I like doing the couples tour as well when it’s four couples.
Couples are like a single entity.
Weird.
That’s how I am with my girlfriend. How shitty and annoying. But hey. Leave me alone.
ALRIGHT!
Let’s post some food porn to get me even hungrier this hungover morning that is already turned into afternoon and I haven’t showered or worked out.
JUST COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE.
And shitty sandwich from Oxxo because I had to go buy more coffee and I wanted something stupidly bland for hungover breakfast.
FEAST PART 2.
The conclusion of a sweet gig that is going to restaurants, taking pictures of food, and getting paid.
Part 1 of this part 2.
Cafe 21.
A couple from Azerbaijan opened this place. I called them up in advance to setup the shoot. The woman owner told me she was going to Los Angeles that day so it was best do it at noon. I arrived at noon and told them the plates that the writer wrote about. I said that just a few of them would suffice for the shoot.
THEY FUCKING BROUGHT ME SO MUCH FOOD!
It was awesome.
Except for the fucking flies. Flies were everywhere.
Okay.
Yeah.
Yeah.
PICTURES.
They brought me that right away. And I was hungry as the wolf, but I didn’t touch it for almost an hour of taking pictures of that thing that turned out to be delicious scrambled eggs.
It took a long time for them to brought me more food, but one by one, they arrived. I didn’t touch any of that either as they kept bringing me food and drinks!
It looks like a sope, but that bottom part was potatoes (topped with lamb). It was delicious.
Soup was tasty. I didn’t like them mushrooms. Brussels sprouts could have used some flavor. Simple. Presentable. It was okay.
And more food!
I didn’t touch that tostada looking things.
I ate the cake late one night and all I know it was that it was fucking delicious.
The gang looking pretty… and I decided to move everything to another table just to switch it up.
BAM!
And those lamb meatballs in the skewer were the best fucking thing next to the big breakfast pan. The crumbly things on top was dried chicken skin. It was okay. It didn’t age well.
More views.
I took around 120 pictures…
There were tons of flies that I was constantly swatting away.
Part 2 of this part 2.
Hundred Proof.
I didn’t have any of that food.
Dude just took it back to the kitchen after I took around 40 pictures.
I didn’t warn them that I was coming before hand and… it didn’t play out good. They didn’t care at all about my arrival or about the pictures. Didn’t give me his info. Barely remember his name. And when I had a sip of the pink drink, dude said something along the lines of “sure, you can drink that,” in not a nice way. It didn’t need to have alcohol to be a prop dude.
It’s my fault, but at the same time, I don’t think I’ll ever go back to this place.
Part 3.
Lefty’s Pizzeria.
I called them before hand and told them about the pictures. The dude that answer the phone was super likeable and told me to stop by and do my thing.
When I got there, turns out I knew the dude! Marco Piro the old drummer for the Wild Wild Wets.
I didn’t try the pizza, but Marco did offer some slices for free. I wasn’t hungry, so I passed…
1600 ISO. Not ideal. But okay.
And finally.
Part 4.
Paris Bakery.
I called this place and who answered didn’t understand me. So I just showed up. The lady at the counter was super awesome and accommodating when I told her what I was doing.
Before I left the place, the lady happily said “let me wrap it for you. It’s your lunch!”
She hooked it up with a delicious banh mi and some sweet drink that was …. …
Not good at all. It had beans and jello and gummies and milk and other mushy yellow shit… it was really weird.
After that, I went to another restaurant nearby for shots of Pho. The waiter didn’t speak much English and neither the rest of the staff. He just said “manager comes back 6 pm.”
I wasn’t hungry. I was tired. I just decided to go to Brozo’s place to bring him some lunch.
Here is what it looks like in the magazine digital version.
The inside spread is YUGE!
I love huge inside spreads.
Fuck. I’m so hungry.
Other shots. They brought me food to just display the cheesecake :/
There other food was so good!
Yep. That broccoli was insanely great.
I split the banh mi with Brozo. We both agreed it was fucking delicious. We both decided that the drink was fucking disgusting.
Posted the crack shack pics on /r/foodporn. It did well.
That sushi roll looks disgusting….
I should post more stuff… But posting on reddit is not my job though it feels like it is!
Oh. They did use the picture of the meatsies! The Hake food did not go to waste!
So much food.
I’m so fucking hungry.
I could either go for pizza.
Or tuna.
Maybe sushi.
Maybe I’ll order a poke bowl.
Pokeballzzzzz.
Waiting for my girlfriend to get off work so we can eat together. But so fucking hungry.
That’s what happens after posting shit tons of food pictures…
2:02 pm.
Word vomit done. It takes me around 1 hour and some each time.
Hah. Fuck. I hit published and forgot the title…
Matingas 