When I was a senior in high school we took a class trip to Mexico, and after climbing the pyramids and trolling the streets of Mexico City, we spent the last three nights at a resort along a boardwalk in a location I do not recall. I have only three concrete memories from this portion of our trip:
1) A mall at the end of the boardwalk had a tequila shop that offered free samples
2) My friend Jenny coaching me from outside the stall door on inserting my first tampon
3) Diving into the shallow end of a pool and chipping the f–k out of my front tooth
I can’t be certain, but I imagine myself to have looked a lot like this guy:
As for the HB today, I’m pretty sure this kid has been rifling through my closet because if there’s two things I love in an outfit, it’s a low-tipped fedora and a strong plaid, cuffed below the elbows. Happy voting and happy three-day weekend!