my very good friend from what seems like another life just moved to town.  the other side of town, but to town, noneandnevertheless...  neither of us own nor need a car, we both walk to work,  so the past few weeks of desperately trying to get together have been sad and failed attempts.  over the course of missing each other we caught up on the telephone.  reminiscing over old times got me overly excited over seeing my long lost favorite mexican.  this last weekend he rented a car while more spanish speaking friends and family came to visit him.  he picked me up.  the games began from the moment he grabbed me as we re-affirmed each others' alarming ability to stay as vivaciously attractive since years past, regardless of facebook photos as our best abllity to stay in touch from afar... until now.  amongst spanish speaking buddies crashing to his way-fat weho pad was a designer and chef from CAYnKOOOn-mAY-HEE-KO.   this day was for feasting and fireworks (read: feasting and drinking. heavily.).  feast from the cancuninan and fireworks from the grove as part of the treelighting celebration.  more spanish speakers came.  "bueno, bueno, jajajaja. blahblahblah jajajajaa"  my wine pourer never stopped pouring wine.  the "best bartender-ever" award goes to my friend from the other life - at one point i had to pour myself water as i realized 3 glasses in, or what seemed like 3, i was never empty,  (note:  a good bartender will never let you go thirsty. never.)  i was dehydrated, and the alcoholic grape juice was shockingly im sure, not quenching my thirst.  before i knew it i felt like i was in cabo.  ive never been but imagine being surrounded by mexican spanish speakers who were not hollering for me to take off my shirt or performing the all-famously rumored lewd acts with barnyard animals just across the border - had a simiar feel.  they were bilingual.  i imagine too if i could properly speak another language aside from, well, obscenities, i too would, if with native tongue speakers such as myself, revert back, and feel sorry for/pity the fool/make fun of endlessly, the opposite speaking nitwit to my right.