Saturday morning I ran into the Kimchi folks in the breakfast room. We all decided that Mexican food sounded good, so off we went to a little place down the road. It was pretty good...especially the extra crispy bacon. Dee-lish!
The meeting time for the Ciudad Juarez trail was at noon, so after breakfast it was time to change clothes and get our pre-drink on. They crammed a bunch of us into the back of a U-Haul and took us to the starting point. Luckily I'm not claustrophobic. Ok, it actually wasn't that bad. There was beer on board and they didn't shut the door all the way so that light and air could circulate. Pretty soon we were at the start. Waited around for everyone else to arrive, had chalk talk and were finally off.
Waiting for the Juarez Trail to begin
On On to Mexico! We ran around El Paso for a little bit and then finally ran across the bridge into Mexico. As soon as we got across, the pack I was with lost the trail marks. After trying out several different streets, we finally found trail again and were off to the first beer check. It actually took a while to get to the first stop and by then I was thirsty. They had just ran out of beer when I arrived, but I did manage to snag one of the last few waters. Damn you FISH for playing 3-Man with the front runners and downing all the beer!!!
We then headed out on trail again. Ran through a flea market where everyone tried to sell us crap we didn't need. Then found the beer check on the other end of the market. SQUEEZIN' SEMEN showed me the cool bracelet he had just had made and I wanted one as well. A lot of people were already here, so I wasn't sure how long the break would last. As luck would have it, the whistle was blown as my bracelet was being made. I kept looking around as more and more hashers took off. Luckily, I saw one group with full beers, so I knew I'd be ok. Once I showed them my bracelet, they all wanted one. Some with their hasher names, some with funny ones like, "THAT GUY" and "MILF HUNTER."
[I just lost my cool new bracelet sometime after the Bubba Hash. Gonna have to go back to Mexico!] We ended up staying at this outdoor market area drinking for a while. Had a few songs played for us as well as people trying to sell us everything from sunglasses, earrings, drawings, necklaces with your name on a piece of rice and even shocks! Yeah, you read that correctly. Some crazy guy actually wanted us to pay him to shock us! He had some weird little contraption he was wearing and held up 2 handles that we were supposed to hold onto in order to get jolted. Whatever dude!
The Shock Machine
TICKET decided he wanted music playing as we walked trail, so he asked how much it would be for these 2 musicians to follow us around for an hour. Turns out it costs $50, so he passed. How cool would that have been though?
Ok, it was time to head out because we were WAY behind the rest of the pack. Well, except for some poor hasher couple who befriended us and decided to hang with our group rather than continuing trail by themselves. I'm sure we pissed them off at our slowness and urge to drink rather than run. Suckers! Eventually, they left us and I'm told eventually caught up with the rest of the group. We never did.
So we walked the trail and stumbled upon a bar. We asked if they were open and they said yes...clearly they weren't. But who is gonna turn away a bunch of thirsty Americans with money to burn? They were super nice and we had a great time talking to Paco, Irma and Luis as they set up their club for business. They also had a midget serving area! Well, it looked like a little person could work there because of the unusually short area behind the bar.
Did I mention that this bar has HUGE tequila shots? I swear, they were doubles. Can't remember how long we stayed, but we figured it was about time to head out. Again we followed trail, until we realized we were walking in the opposite direction from the U.S. We flagged down a car with Texas plates and asked them where the closest bar was...in the direction of El Paso. So off we were to Coco Bongo.
Coco Bongo
We partied here for quite some time. Met some nice locals and guys from El Paso...Juan and Carlos. Slowly, girls in hooker shoes and tight outfits started arriving. Were we in a Lady of the Evening bar?? I even got some of them to pose for a pic...they
did have killer hooker heels! After many beers, Jack and Cokes, tequila shots/body shots, several of us were hungry. Just up the stairs they sold food, so all but BATT and DICK went to grab a fajita taco. They thought we ditched them with the $170 bar tab, but we were only just up the stairs. Marisa, our nice waitress that one of the boys wanted to sneak across the border to marry, even came up to see where we had run off to. By then, BATT had taken off with a local to find an ATM, so we were a little worried about her safe return...but she eventually showed up and off we were for the border. But wait, we didn't just walk across right away...a couple of the guys decided it would be fun to take Viagra. So in to the farmacia we went. Can't remember what they paid, but they both popped the pill and waited. And waitied. And waited. Is was quite amusing watching them both constantly looking down, hoping for some excitement to pop up in their pants. Finally we got across to El Paso and called a cab and were finally back at home sweet Mesa Inn. The guys claimed that the Viagra never worked...just said their balls got a strange, sweaty sensation.
I stopped by the Biker Ball, laughed at BROWNIE in his "Biker" outfit, got whipped by a riding crop...damn, that left a bruise on my ass.
"Biker" Brownie
Then headed over to King's X. Don't think I stayed all that long because FISH was super drunk and looked like he was about to fall asleep. It was after migdnight, so it was WET SPOT'S birthday and she wanted to party. I took the drunkard to Jack in the Crack and made sure he got home ok. Then it was off to bed for me. Guess drinking for 4 days straight was wearing on me. Had to make one night end a little bit early.
Pics from Day 3