About a month ago, Joy took pity on our water and Telmex situation (both of which seem so quaint now) asked if I wanted to house-sit for her this weekend. She lives in Condesa, which is pretty much the hippest neighborhood in the city.
“Wouldn’t it be fun?” she’d said. “You could go to all the Condesa bars and restaurants. And have water!”
Alas, after Influenza A(H1N1) hit — can I just call it “Ahini”? — almost all of the restaurants, and all the bars, are closed until next week. But it’s still nice to be out of my house. You can hear the birds chirp here. There’s lots of light. Half the furniture isn’t covered in plastic. (Ugh. Painting will be over soon.) And Joy’s place has some awesome Parque Mexico views:
She also has adorable dog named Charlie. And an unopened bottle of tequila and a fridge stocked with beer, all of which — she assured me — are at our disposal.
Already cracked open an Indio. It’s vacay time, y’all.
P.S. Flu panic seems to be dying down. El Universal is back to putting dead car-wreck victims on its home page, or at least they did this morning. They’re also reporting that Time magazine has named Mexican drug lord El Chapo as among the most influential people in the world. That seems to have as much importance/absurdity value as flu news, at this point.
P.P.S. If you didn’t make it to last night’s bacon party, you missed out.
Good for you! This reminds me of when you first took me to La Condesa restaurant in Dallas. *sigh* Miss you, girl!