Most cantinas in Mexico City only offer two types of beer on draft — “oscura,” or dark, or “clara,” meaning light. (The pic above is what we got a few weeks ago when we ordered a pitcher of clara.)
Last night we went to see Crayton’s co-worker’s band at a bar in Condesa. I had three claras, the last one only because the boss was buying. Oh, and I’d just gotten out of an exercise class and I hadn’t eaten in six hours.
Now my head hurts.
I’m going to take a nap. And to think, I was all excited to tell you about the Tae Bo class I took last night, where the instructor made up all these crazy routines and made us walk like ducks across the floor. Maybe another time.