UGHHH... I don't understand why the sun refuses to stop shining. It's almost 4 p.m. for christsake. I've had to compensate by drawing the blinds and covering the window with a blanket. My vampire state/ spliltting hangover comes courtesy of Mr. Villa and the Baltic Room.
If you have yet to eat at Mr. Villa, go immediately. It's seriously the size of my studio, but with way better food. Cinco de Mayo specials include $5 margaritas and $2 tacos. I opted for a lady-like combination of chile colorado and three mescal shots. Why this place kicks ass: When the music was overpowered by the sound of wailing sirens as cop cars zoomed down the street, Mr. Villa's very Mexican owner Eduardo and his waitstaff gleefully shouted to the entire room "Mexicans, hide! It's the INS!"
Next stop: The Baltic Room. Is the rumor true? I've heard you can get all-you-can-drink wells for $20. If that is indeed the case, my $75 bar tab hurts more than ever. The highlight here was yet another Mexican: This one brought his adorable red-sweater donning Chihuahua onto the dancefloor. The poor thing seemed a little freaked out by the Timbaland blaring in its ears and drunk people (aka me) accosting it. My deepest apologies for not getting a photo. I wish I had, but truth be told, I don't even remember how I got home. Fortunately, I woke up with my clothes on.