Welcome to the real Mario Kart Che (arre no guevara)

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I whish I could say I had a normal “carrete” yesterday night… but of course while chilling out with Che Arre that is certainly impossible. Yes that right, Che Arre is back. It was a good night though, a really drunk one, a slightly “jugosa one”.
Everything was going right until 4:39 AM. A couple of friend gathered at the “oveja negra” drinking beer and hanging out in normal way. Afterwards, Che Arre dragged us into this weirdo club, which was in the downtown. It really stroke me that you had to say a password to get into it, otherwise you are not allow to get there. It’d have been so awesome if the password would have been “phidelius”, yet I’m pretty sure that wasn’t at all. So, Mr. Pao made the right connection and we got ourself into this weirdo and underground pub. It was 5:00 am and it was other “carrete” in there, really alive to that late and astonishingly crowded. Of course, while chilling out hardcore with Arrenius, we were seeking out -due to our drunk and wasted condition- to "hook up" with two fancy “gorditas calienta sopas” (I’m pretty sure that you che will never ever acknowledge that, but you were much more eager than I was). So, we easily became a Jotes who were looking for an outlet - yes a shallow, banal, physical outlet. NO true caring and superficiality. Just a fucking game (Yeah, what I wrote before is a little harsh, but I’m the anti-valor man, so this is what I wish the world could be like!). Turns out that the “gorditas” were just interested in getting free alcohol from us, and we assholes messed up, falling in their tramp. They had a free-drink-night because of us (philanthropists or naives guys?). Once we figured "las goritas"out we left (at 7:30 AM) and i got home at 8:00.

The hang over as of right now is killing me by the way...

Now, the whole idea in changing and modifying and readdressing and reevaluating your life lead us most of the time to be too serious, so instead of talking for hours about really intense and complicated themes, we people should have breaks like this every one once in a while. Is good too.

Che arre, YOU ARE FRICKIN AWESOME, and I’m glad you are back.

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