Lang ist es her, dass uns Carlito mit einer Kolumne aus den USA erfreut hat. Kein Wunder, der Mann ist inzwischen Vater vieler Kinder und muss nebenbei Hochsicherheitssoftware entwickeln. Aber nun schreib er eine E-Mail. Aus Mexico City.
sorry I’ve been out of touch and behind on the Spreeblick’s lately. I’m in Mexico City right now, so I thought I would drop you a line just as an informal Hudsonblick.
Arrived with the usual crew of misfits on Wednesday and we’re having a great time. Went out and climbed some pyramids, saw some of the countryside and did some hard drinking. I normally avoid tequilla due to a horrible drinking accident (actually, a series of them) in college, but it turns out that the rusty-razor stuff we gulped then isn’t really tequilla. After a few days of drinking Don Julio Reposado, it’s like mother’s milk.
Yesterday the smog was intensely bad. It didn’t seem any worse to me personally, but it seemed like a lot of people were wearing masks. Big groups of little kids skipping around in surgical masks, which is good I guess – keeping their lungs safe while they’re young so they don’t end up wheezing old men like you and me ;-)
The first couple of nights here were really rocking – saw some very hyper, very loud surf-punk-ska sorts of groups. Last night we tried going back to this great goth bar here (the one I mentioned in my Hudsonblick article about MC), but it was really dead. Maybe that scene is dying out here. Ended up in a teeny-bopper place that was blasting bad techno and served beer in three meter tubes. Not a lot of people out anywhere, and the mask thing made it kind of hard to tell if the girls were actually hot or not. Even all of the waiters and waitresses were wearing them.
We wanted to go to the Museum of Modern Art today, but the clerk at the hotel desk wouldn’t tell us the hours no matter how many times I asked, or how loudly. In fact, they wouldn’t give us the hours for ANY of the museums. I think they were jerking us around. Tried to apologize for yelling, but they wouldn’t shake my hand either.
Anyway, I’m sure I’ll find something to do once I shake off the cobwebs. The drinking and alcohol do take their toll, especially three straight days of it. Seems like no amount of sleep is getting rid of these headaches and the altitude of the city is making me exhausted. I’m probably coming down with a cold or something.
Whatever, time for that when I get back to New York!