At
a restaurant bar tucked away off the main shopping strip, I did some reading
for school and ended up talking with this young (Mexican-American) bartender,
who had been born in Mexico City but came to the city when he was
one-and-a-half and had otherwise grown up here.
He
was very laid-back and fresh-faced and positive.
He
said he wanted to be a genetic engineer, and his girlfriend wanted to be a
botanist who worked part-time in the fashion industry.
He
also said that the older he got, the more he didn’t want to go out, but rather to stay
in and use that money for other stuff, like how he and his girlfriend converted
the chimney in their apartment to an indoor garden.
He
now lives near the regional airport – “You know the southwest,” he said, when I
spoke to him knowledgeably about the area – but he had grown up in this heavy
Mexican area north of there and named the cross streets.
“You
mean near [the Latina tranny bar]?”, I was like.
“Yeah!”,
he was like, “Just a few blocks from there!”.
He
then told me that a lot of (young) (Mexican) guys do bachelor parties there, since
there’s always someone who isn’t in the know and talks about how hot the ladies are
and sometimes even ends up going further with one.
He
also said that the bakery next door can get pretty happening since it opens just as the bar
closes, and since even the 24-hour McDonald’s in the area has the dining room
locked at that time, that that place gets nuts since all the drunks flood in there from next door and get pastries and coffee.
He
then said to try the apple turnovers, which they don’t make very often, but are
really good.
He
also said his mom runs a lunchtruck company and has a $1200 monthly contract
with that company for bread.
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