After beebopping around Mexico City for a day, it was officially New Year’s Eve.
You know how lots of people “haaaaaaaaaaate” NYE? I’m not one of them. There are sparkles and fireworks and all men are dressed in suits (all things I would prefer be required every. single. day. of the year – god bless NYC’s investment banking industry).
We started the night with dinner and margggggaritas.
Then we headed back to the apartment for one of my favorite parts of the trip (and 2015).
In Mexico, it’s a tradition that each person gets 12 grapes on NYE and for each grape, you get a wish (I think). We weren’t totally sure what the rules were, so we kind of made it up as we went. Nevertheless, we bought two huge bags of grapes off the street, counted out 12 a person, and went around the table naming things we wished, wanted, and hoped for in 2016.
It started out like you’d expect with things like “I want to spend money smarter this year”, “I want to get promoted”, and “I want to start grad school”. But then we got to the good stuff… “I want to be more present”, “I want to start looking for and noticing the sparkles in everyday life”, and, my personal favorite, “I want to put a ring on this girl’s finger”. Those two hours leading up to midnight have always been some of the most fun, but this was the best.
With an hour left in 2015, we hopped in an Uber and headed for a square downtown that people frequent on NYE. For the first time ever, I counted down to midnight in Spanish and then watched 10,000 fireworks do their thing. There were sparkles – both from the fireworks and not – literally everywhere.
Afterwards, we headed to Joy Room where we had reserved a spot for the NYE after party at what has to be the coolest club in Mexico City.
^Grapes IN champagne… why didn’t we think of that.
On the first day of 2016, we begrudgingly awoke and headed to an awesome lunch at the quirky Condesa Hotel.
Much needed quac, tacos, and margs were followed by one of the weirdest things I’ve been a part of… Luche Libre.
They didn’t allow cameras in the stadium, which is devastating, but I can only describe it as the Mexican version of WWE with a whole lot more comedic (kind of) sexuality thrown in (think thongs and kissing of the referees). We sat there in our neon masks drinking beers the size of our faces, absolutely mesmerized by this sport. These people were celebs. People were SCREAMING their names. There were hot chicks that came out in different outfits and danced between matches. It was great.
We had our last dinner in MC and tucked ourselves in tight for an early morning flight to CUBA.