Mexico City – I’ve fallen and can’t get up!

I don’t know what voodoo spell I have on my feet while walking the “main drag” in the Mexico City airport. This is the THIRD time in two years that I’ve slipped, scuffled, and busted my a$$* in front of the entire Mexican population. This time though, I had style. I said “WOOOOWEEEE” very loudly as I slipped and stopped my fall before chipping a tooth on the shiny marble floor. The Nationals held up cards with a 9.5 on them.

*the busting of the a$$ is in no way related to the Bloody Marys inflight.