Let’s begin here: I originally misspelled the word ‘soccer’ in this post's title.
Last night Ben informed me that Mexico had beat France in the World Cup and therefore we were obligated to drink tequila. I obliged. I felt that this was the least I could do for the country of which I called ‘home’ for six months. What can I say? I’m a giver.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a soccer fan, nor do I understand the significance of Mexico’s win yesterday. [O.K. now, enough talk about Mexico’s win, I need to ponder more pressing matters like why I can’t manage to shave off all the hair on the backs of my thighs.]
What I know about soccer: ...Continue Reading