This is a mini-post to prove I'm not dead.
It's the season to squeeze everyone into the Zocalo, drink a ton of pulque, and scream "viva México!" at the top of your lungs. It's independence day. Or it was last Tuesday. Really it was Wednesday the 16th, but you do all the celebrating the day before. Then at 11pm (it was modified to coincide with Porfirio Diaz's birthday) everyone gives the "Grito", which is to say he screams "viva México". I was going to go to a house party but instead I went and got super sick and spent the whole time in bed. I watched the grito in the zocalo with the fam on TV. The president gets all dressed up, rings the bell in the Palacio Nacional, gives a little spiel and then screams "viva México". Everyone hates the president, Felipe Calderón, because he was supposedly illegitimately elected and he's got super neoliberal politics, and it's pretty much universally agreed upon here that neoliberalismand election fraud are bad. He's kind of like Bush. They need an Obama I think.
I've been missing home a lot lately, which hasn't been negatively affecting my life as much as you'd think, but still it's pretty lame. So... enjoy California for me, okay?
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