A Night to Remember in Mexico
When the event was over, it all seemed like a blur. I didn’t know what had just happened but I knew that I didn’t like it. The night was filled with frenzy in the air and liveliness in the streets. The Security guards, and for that matter the people that we had come with, departed. My friend and I, although surrounded by masses of people, stood alone on a street corner. There I was, standing in a place that was foreign to me, in which I had only two companions. The night air slapped me in the face, and I awoke to reality. I was surrounded by drunken Americans laughing and enjoying themselves on the streets. This is a night that would be burned into my memory forever; an event that would change who I am and how I looked at life, but for now it was time to figure out how to get out of Mexico.
Earlier that week I had hopped in my car and headed for my friends house in Tucson. He had told me to meet him the night before we were supposed to leave so that we could pack and then get going early the next day. When I arrived at his house, still early in the day, I greeted my friend and then proceeded to throw my bags into the back of his truck. We gathered all of our things and made sure that we had all of our items. We settled in for the night at his house, excited about what was to come. Maybe these expectations would be falsified later on sure but for now all that was in our minds was the salty sea air, and the electrified dance clubs.
The next day my friend Danny and I got up early to meet the people that we would be staying with, in the house we had rented in Mexico. When Danny and I arrived at the house where these people lived, I exited the truck and looked around. From first glance there seemed to be three females and three males present, not including Danny and I. I politely greeted everyone and we were off. On the way to the border I was talking with Danny and mentioned that I did not have a good feeling about two of the guys driving the other truck, their names being Mike and Matt. My friend assured me that they were a bit rowdy, but not to worry. I settled into my seat, pondering his words, as I looked ahead of us and another empty beer can hurled towards our truck from ahead. They had been drinking since the trip began. Maybe this should have worried me to a greater extent at the time, but I was focused on only one thing …getting to our destination.
After what seemed like an eternity we were able to cross the border and make our way to the Los Conches area in Rocky Point. We passed the guards at the front gate and found the place we would be staying for the next few days. Bags were unpacked, water and electricity were turned on, and bedrooms had been chosen. It was time to make our way to the clubs.
The next morning everyone rose from the place where their bodies had fallen the night before and we headed to the beach. Although I was having a wonderful time that day, every word exchanged with...