It's Been a While, But I Finally Have Experiences Worth Sharing

I'll start with tonight at work. I gave someone else the Heimlich Maneuver! I'm really good at it, it only took one heave, like last time. And it was a guy who was choking, and his wife was screaming from across the room, "Help! Help!" And my friend Rey was looking like he didn't know what to do, he said later he felt like he wouldn't be able to do the maneuver right. And when I ran over there, he said, "Oh, OK, Spencer's got it." And I did. It feels really good to basically save someone's life. What was weird, though, was I think the guy was really embarrassed because nobody said thank you or anything. They tipped 20% (it was my table that choked), but come on, really? He probably wouldn't have died, even if it weren't for me, but you can't even say thank you? People suck sometimes.
Anyway, last night, I went to Tijuana with some work friends. It was one of their birthdays, and he goes to Tijuana like every week to bang hookers and do coke. So, needless to say, I was really nervous. I don't want to bang hookers, nor try coke. But it was one of the best nights I've had in a while. Maybe one of the best ever. It was mostly due to the fact that I went with a big group with some guys that knew their way around TJ, so we had good food and cheap drinks. And I successfully avoided drugs and prostitutes, so I have my morality intact.
What made it fun was getting hammered with fun people, listening to mariachi and (trying to, at least) singing along to some songs I've heard at work. We ate seafood, played pool, went to an Irish bar (yeah, they have them in Mexico too, weird), then everybody went to a whore house, including me, but I was blacked out and wandered out of there, so I freaked everybody out. I don't even remember being in there. Woopsies. And what's funny is, they all thought I went off and got a hooker on my own, but first thing I remember is thinking, "fuck those guys, I'm just gonna sleep here in TJ for the night since they didn't care about sticking with me." So I checked into the shittiest, shadiest hotel room I've ever been in, saw it, then walked out. Pretty sure I didn't pay anything for it.
Then I realized everybody was calling me so I eventually met up with them, got some tacos from a taco stand, and went home.
I attribute my extreme drunkenness to the shot of tequila I had at dinner out of a container with dead rattlesnakes in it. Really good tequila, by the way, I wonder if the snakes actually make it better or if it was just good to begin with.
I don't know if I would go to TJ on a whim, but if you have some friends that know their way around, go to Mexico. It's a blast.