Peter Baker
Photography

Just got back from a quick trip to Mexico, by way of LA. Spent the weekend outside of Tijuana for my old roommate’s bachelor party. Some quick Twitter-esque observations:

• The only technique the bars have to get you in is to run up to you on the sidewalk, shine a flashlight in your face, grab your arm and blast a whistle in your ear. I’d like to say it didn’t work on me, but I can’t.
• By the end of the weekend, I still hadn’t managed to smell as bad as the surrounding city. But dammit I tried.
• I’m absolutely convinced there is a special jar of salsa at the road taco stands that they only give to American visitors that is meant to slowly destroy your innards. If it had a name, it’d be Spite Salsa.
• Wizard Sticks are my new favorite drinking game. You’re only playing against yourself; always a fierce competitor.
• When playing a pick-up beach soccer game against locals, put the wizard stick down or risk puking in the ocean on your first play. Just saying.
• 16 guys in a house in Mexico will generate a lot of trash, stink, and stories that no one can get straight later.