I have this tradition of staying up all night when I'm traveling. On my way here to Puerto Rico, I stayed up all night in New York. Now I'm trying to stay up all night in San Juan in order to catch an early flight. My second wind is coming back to me now. I went to a hipster dance party that I came back from an hour ago. Viejo San Juan is a lot like Old City in Philly except the Spanish Colonial architecture is cooler and the indy rock girls have cool fans in their purses and people speak spanglish. Their First Friday is on the first Tuesday and the cops come at 2am to clear out the several thousand kids in the street.
The middle class communist white latino skinhead wedding of the year went well here. I helped clean the house a lot before hand. Since then I've been going to different beaches and drinking a Medalla Light beer every four hours. I went to Vieques and stayed in a tourist trap and rode past the entrance to the Marine base where the encampment used to be.
My oldest friend got out of New Orleans in time. My other two friends turned out not to have been living there for awhile anyways. I have an exlover who is still unaccounted for.
Before this, I was working in Houston for a couple weeks. I'll write back when I'm more coherent.
The middle class communist white latino skinhead wedding of the year went well here. I helped clean the house a lot before hand. Since then I've been going to different beaches and drinking a Medalla Light beer every four hours. I went to Vieques and stayed in a tourist trap and rode past the entrance to the Marine base where the encampment used to be.
My oldest friend got out of New Orleans in time. My other two friends turned out not to have been living there for awhile anyways. I have an exlover who is still unaccounted for.
Before this, I was working in Houston for a couple weeks. I'll write back when I'm more coherent.