A potentially ridiculous and trainwreck of a situation has turned into the most fun ever. A couple of days ago a few friends of mine and I were thinking about driving from Vegas to San Diego for a concert. This instead has turned into a crazy weekend trip to Mexico. We left at five on Friday and need to get the people with jobs back by 6 am Monday morning.

I have gone through a full gamut of emotions on this short but eventful journey. Feelings of eleation, depression, homicide, exhaustion and now, peace as we’re sitting out in the sunshine eating string cheese and drinking beer with couchsurfer Rob in La Mission Mexico (between Rosito and Ensenada).

I have been told that in one hour I am going to experience the best margarita I’ve ever had.