Karma's A Bitch

About two years ago, Presidents day weekend, one of my best friends invited me to go to Mexico with him and his family, to stay at their summer home. Like any teenager I jumped on the phone and asked me parents, though for all intensive purposes it wasn’t really asking, more like bombarding them, refusing to give them any peace unless the agreed to all of my terms. After I successfully caused the bloody burst of both my parents ear drums and achieved their resentful thumbs up, I proceeded to notify my friend of the good news. The months leading up to the trip flew by, until it was the night on which we planned to leave, he had neglected to inform me that he had a basketball game that night, but no matter I was in good spirits. His father picked me up at the school, at which time we proceeded to the school where the basketball game was at. I later found out that it was not a school, but rather a state prison for juveniles. However shaken I was by this, my thought process was disturbed by a booming and thunderous noise being emitted from the seat next to me. It was my friends dad screaming at a woman who was supposed be guiding him to the prison school, and failing miserably. The terrified woman eventually directed us to the correct location of the school. Things cooled down during the basketball game, and for the most part of the evening. Directly following the basketball game we headed to the jet; a rather small but nice air transportation device. When we landed in Mexico, we were greeted by a very nice man who’s name I later found out to be Valentino, a cheerful man of some ethnicity that stumped me. When we arrived at the house, I realized that it was not a house, but rather a villa, a castle, a hotel. Once the palace gates were opened, by Valentino, i followed my friend down the 2 mile staircase to the room we were staying in. The next day was hardly an uneventful one, I started by taking a tour of the house with my friend, and emerged at this massive set of foam covered structures, windows covered with wire and not glass, and uncarpeted cement floors. I later found out that this place was referred to as a “crawl space” although this was a far larger area than that of an unfinished basement. We decided that playing our own “badass” version of hide and seek in this never ending foam and cement palace would suffice as a good way to utilize our time. We confronted his younger siblings and their friends to see if they would be so kind as to join us in a round of “Badass Hide and Seek” they eagerly accepted. We chose the one most irritating at the time to be the seeker, while the rest of us hid. He counted slowly to 100 while we ventured into the crawl space. There, my friend and I ventured around latter’s up staircases and eventually ended up at a window that was only seldom covered by wire. He suggests we climb out the window and shimmy across the rocks high above the ground. I peer out the window to see a hefty drop onto a paved street. “No way,” I said “this is a horrible idea” he attempted to convince me by using this replay “No its not.” “Never thought of it like that, lets do it,” somehow I ended up over this massive drop shimmying stupidly across rocks hoping that it would take me to somewhere with solid ground. After a fair amount of cuts along my arm, we arrived at a latter, we followed it up to a small area surrounded by bushes. When we emerged from behind these bushes we realized that this massive path had led us back to the pool, where the seeker had been counting before venturing into the crawl space. After the heat and dirt from the cliff and the crawl space I couldn’t of chosen a better place to hide than the pool. We chilled in the pool for a good hour or to drinking some coconut drink, courtesy of Valentino, when the seeker emerged from the crawl space like some dirty and dusty demon looking furious and sweaty. All I could do was laugh victoriously. Later that night we played again, but we felt that the crawl space at night may not have been such a good idea. So I decided to lead the group to a spot I felt would suffice, it was one the roof. I felt so empowered running gloriously through I secret path up staircases and latter’s when, SLAM! I heard a crash, and a yelp, I was startled. Then I realized it was me, I stupidly ran into a glass door, which at that time had the imprint of my face and fingers in it. Everyone else laughed victoriously including the earlier games seeker. My upper lip linked to my braces, and everyone laughed at me as I struggled to get it detached. MAN karma’s a bitch.