I woke up this morning in Ajijic, crashed on a sofa of a hotel room I barely recognized. The buzz in my head gave me a pretty accurate idea of how much I drank yesterday: about 5 metric tons (awesome wedding, Luis!). The other Luis got out of one of the rooms and grunted a hello. Pancho had woken up earlier and left for a swim. Pedro and his wife were still asleep in the other room. I dislodged a hairpin that had gotten stuck to my back (a remnant of a veritable army, which had valiantly held Erika’s hairdo upright the whole evening). There was a note affixed to the kitchen wall:

“Breakfast is in the fridge”

We opened the fridge door and — to no one’s surprise — found a six-pack and a lemon.

— sergio on March 28, 2004