Bienvenidos a mi Quinceanera!

¡Hola! I awoke this morning in the hot and steamy jungles of southern Mexico, swatting away a giant fly that circled my face like a second hand on a clock.  I thought, "¡Ah! Mejico!" and took a swig of tequila.  I put on my boots (checking for snakes, spiders, and pin worms) and began my journey further into the jungle. 

Oddly, I began to hear music, a jilting celebratory music.  I thought perhaps a coronation or human sacrifice, and I followed the steady beat, only to find a small group of people dressed in brightly colored clothes swinging away at a pinata.  Everyone was shouting and drinking and dancing.

Then I opened my eyes and i was back in my bedroom -- but oddly the music continued.  I put on a shirt and walked to the window, parting the blinds slowly so as not to be noticed.  And to my amazement, I saw a horde of immigrant workers line dancing to tejano music on the freshly poured slab of my neighboring construction.

Ok, ok.  They weren't line dancing.  One of them WAS dancing tho.  And one of the sad little (gay) boys who had to be ... i dunno ... 23 or 24 was in a green stripped polo-esque shirt with the collar turned up.  I wanted to stage an intervention there, but that would have required me to put on pants.

So thus my day began.

Again.