Morning in Mexico

Bright light wakes me and burns my eyes. I look to my left and try to find the clock that usually rests on my nightstand only to realize that there was no nightstand and I definitely wasn’t in my room. The room was plain and seemingly unordinary and if it wasn’t for the giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling I wouldn’t have suspected a thing. It took me a stupidly long time to realize that I was in some sort of fancy hotel that I definitely couldn’t afford. I searched for a sign of another person but the room was empty. To my right, on the dresser, there was a glass of water and what looked like a bottle of Advil. Only then did I realize the horrible pounding in my head, I know I drank too much last night.

I slowly placed my feet on the ground, which was an extremely soft shag rug for the record, and stood on shaky legs. I was thankful to realize that I still had all of my clothes on and I walked over to the water. Next to the glass was a note that when I flipped open it said

“Stay as long as you like, everything is paid for. xoxo ~ M”

Okay, that was weird. I had no friend with names that started with an M and no way could any of them afford this place, living like college students. Only then did I start to panic. I know, it took me long enough, I was hungover, give me a break. I stumbled over to the window and when I pulled the curtains back I was faced with the most beautiful city I have ever seen. The view looked like something straight of a postcard, but despite the beauty, it definitely was not the city I recognized. Where were the trees and mountains that Colorado was so well known for? Past the city, I could only see dry land. I looked down and low and behold there was a huge billboard that said “¡Bienvenido a la Ciudad de México!”

Oh, shit.

How drunk was I last night and how the hell did I get to Mexico? And who the fuck is M?