Noche de los Mexicanos

Last night was Mexico Night at school (or just Latin America…I’m not sure, it was a bit confusing). But I was pretty excited about the whole deal because I knew I was going to be eating food that was pretty damn close to what I am used to at home.

And they hit a home run.

We had quesadillas, a wonderful variety of salsas, tacos al pastor, nachos, tequila, Coronas (with lime…the Swiss prefer lemon…bah), and all kinds of other yummy treats.

I ate a TON…so much that I was concerned about drinking that night…but amazingly enough I survived.

Towards the end of the event they even had a bunch of piñatas that created quite a sensation. Several of our teachers were there including the Dean…and a bunch of them got some piñata smacks in. It was hilarious.

After all that it was time for good old San’nick’s and more beers. The place was hot, smoky and packed…and a total blast. So…gasp…I decided to “go up”. It was Friday night and I knew I didn’t have anything seriously major to do Saturday or Sunday.

We caught a taxi up to Cran (where the late night bars are) and hit up a couple different places. I kept the drinking at a manageable level and ran into all kinds of people and probably had at least 30 separate conversations with people. It was all good times.

So at around 3 am the last group I was with decided to head on home…and I ended up talking with a friend until about 5 am.

All in all I’ve got to say it was a great time.

Until this morning that is…

I was woken up by Magnus and Jamaica (I want to call him Philip but that isn’t his name damnit.) To make a longish story short they had gotten back home about an hour earlier (that’s 9 am for those of you that last count) and were having a seriously heated and deep conversation. Magnus is pretty loud and Jamaica isn’t exactly quiet either…and with my balcony door being partially open I heard pretty much every word.

I don’t want to tell the world things about these guys private lives but I can say this…they’ve had some seriously hard core life changing shitty experiences. It was intense…there was crying and yelling and nearly a fight. And all of this at 11 am now.

Eventually Magnus came into my room…tears in his eyes, drunk as hell, telling me to wake up (which was kind of funny because I was awake, dressed, and goofing around on my computer). He barely made any sense…telling me (not asking me) to come into his room to talk about things, about life, telling me how much he respected me, wanting to hug me, wanting to just pretty much fall on the floor and flip out. It was heavy.

I calmed him down a bit and decided it was high time I get the HELL out of Bluche. And that leads me to my attempt to get high.

Alcohol, late nights and emotional people are a dangerous combination.


Andrea smoking...which means she was extremely drunk.


Carl...passed out. Which means he was EXTREMELY extremely drunk. I happen to like the artistic nature of this picture.


Chris dancing at Absolute with Susan looking...odd.


Here is Mr. Harrison whacking at the pinata. He is the head of the BBA program and was my International Relations teacher. He was fairly drunk and we had a deep conversation about world politics.


Here is Mr. Taylor...the Dean. Hilarious.


The results of a massive Mexican buffet. Oh how heavenly it was!


Here is Cal being bottle fed by a giant (and very creepy looking) British BBA student.