viva la fiesta

It was Friday night last. The air was chilled and the sky was dark as night, because it was night. A little white girl decided to throw a Mexican Fiesta. She spread bean dip all over the kitchen table (separated by plastic wrap), and borrowed speakers the size of a small fridge. The mood was set with a black light and blaring music.

Slowly, people trickled in. And the party began.

People were bumping and grinding and dancing like chitlins.

It was the dance party of a lifetime.

Things got interesting.

  

Very interesting.

We danced to Mexican songs like I Can Transform Ya, Party Rock Anthem, and Say Ahh.

Basically, it was an excellente fiesta.

Fact: You can never trust a fake Mexican.

Fact: You can always trust a Luchador.