that's right. We went to see a bullfight.
You know the deal:
red cape, angry bull, cheering crowds, blood. 
We went to buy our tickets buuuuuuut the only sounds heard were the mariachi band jammin out at the Expo next door.
We had a date with Juan Carlos de El Matador.... 
but he stood us up too. 
At least he had the courtesy to leave a note...
We went to buy our tickets buuuuuuut the only sounds heard were the mariachi band jammin out at the Expo next door.We had a date with Juan Carlos de El Matador.... but he stood us up too. At least he had the courtesy to leave a note... It was a group date, the whole city in fact - but few were notified
save for this hastily written note of cancellation and reschedule-ment. The Bull Fight will commence in 2 weeks when we are no longer in Zacatecas.
save for this hastily written note of cancellation and reschedule-ment. The Bull Fight will commence in 2 weeks when we are no longer in Zacatecas.Not even a Lo siento to be found
So instead, we went to squnder our pesos saved for the bull fight on an American film and escaped all culture in the air conditioned bliss and reclining chairs of the movie theatre.
So instead, we went to squnder our pesos saved for the bull fight on an American film and escaped all culture in the air conditioned bliss and reclining chairs of the movie theatre. ***any photos of ocho seen on this blog... fictional or not would like you to know that they do not condone animal cruelty. Thank you****
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