Tijuana is pretty interesting when you’re sober. Steve and I crossed the border and I proceeded to drink many bottles of water while he knocked back some beers. I actually didn’t do anything too naughty; I had guilt because I saw this girl that looked a lot like someone I know and it made me feel like I was cheating. This is a bit silly since there’s no way that anything I could have done would have been cheating. Oh well. The heart feels what it feels.
Even though I was sober and I wasn’t naughty, it was still a good time. I haven’t seen Steve since October so it was good to catch up. Plus I finally picked up The Rise and Fall of ECW. It stirred up memories of going to crappy events at Lost Battallion Hall in Queens. Ah, I remember when The Sandman spilled beer on me and Chris Jericho threw Cactus Jack at my feet. Good times.