Recently, I got my international drunk on in Mexico for a few days. Most of the beer drinking I did was in the airports on the way there and back. I’m not usually a cocktails kind of lady but I had more than my fair share of them.
The first day started off at the AeroMexico counter, waiting until they opened up at 4:30 in the damn morning. The Old Man had heard AeroMexico offers free beers on their flights so I was excited to get on that plane and get me one. But alas, alcohol is not served in flight before 11:00 am. I was kinda hoping that as soon as we hit that time zone line where it went from 9:00 to 11:00, that they would break out the drink carts and it would be a big party flight all the way to Mexico City. No such luck there.
We had about an hour to kill in the Mexico City airport after we had gone through customs. So we found a joint called the Pizza Bar that was close to our gate. Now we could finally have our first beers of vacation! I got a Dos Equis and the Old Man scored with a 4.9% Bohemia. Then we said “Adios!” to Mexico City.
On the next flight we had the unfortunate luck of being in the very back row. By the time the drink cart got to us, all they had left was Corona Light. Never one to scoff at a free brew, I graciously accepted that weak-ass 4.2% and drank it right up.
We landed buzzed in Cancun and thought it was a good omen that the tower is sponsored by Corona. Our next opportunity to drink came in the van ride to the hotel. The driver had a cooler of Corona Extras and bottled waters up in the passenger’s seat. We both had one of each and the drive went, well… less than smooth. He took us around the little town called Puerto Morelos and then dropped us off at El Cid.
The rest of the night was devoted to serious drinking. No more of that under 5% beer. We started with champagne and ended with shots of tequila, spiced rum and vomit. It was a steamy, sweaty, drunk night. The right kind of start to a vacation of excess.
For the second day, we didn’t drink any beer at all. What? WTF, you say. That’s right, no beer. After I filled up on breakfast, I filled up on some champagne. We were dying to go to the pool bar so we got changed and took the plunge. We swam up and got our insulated cups filled to the top with Pina Coladas.
Throughout the day, we tried every single cocktail on the menu. We had blended drinks, drinks on the rocks, sweet drinks, and fun colored drinks. We tried Mai Tais, Daiquiris with fresh bananas, Pina Coladas, Blue Hawaiians (blue Pina Coladas), Margaritas (lime & strawberry), Mojitos, Jungle Juice, and a drink called the Cola de Iguana. That translates to the Ass of the Iguana. The drink was a bright green and tasted a lot better than iguana butt. We had damn near everything. But we barely got drunk. We were able to maintain the whole day. I guess that’s the result of watered down drinks. Not that I minded, because I sure got a buzz going on that lasted all day and night.
Our next full day was spent on the beach, in the pool, and in the town. We found a spot right on the beach called Cancun Billy’s and sat there drinking Dos Equis out of bottles. The view was spectacular. The beers kept coming until we finally had to break away so we could get drunk somewhere else.
We walked around Puerto Morelos with our insulated cups filled with beer we had purchased at the Oxxo, it’s a convenience store like 7-11. Everyone who knows me, knows how much I love 7-11 so of course I had to go visit it’s Mexican cousin. The beer at Oxxo was $1. You cannot beat that anywhere. I had a Corona and Sean went for a Modelo. By the time we were done with our beers, the sun was setting and it was time to taxi back to El Cid.
The last day was so sad, we didn’t want to leave. So we started drinking early. A banana daiquiri from the swim up bar was our first. We packed and checked out, trying to remain buzzed for as long as we could. For a variety of reason’s, we got to the airport in Cancun more than 3 hours early. What a good opportunity to get even drunker! And we did!
There was a little cafe called Guacamole that we sat at for a little while and drank a few Dos Equis each. Then we went through security and found the Dos Equis Snack Bar near our gate. It was a good place to make base until we had to board our flight.
I ordered 2 Dos Equis as soon as we sat down and when we were half way though drinking them, Sean noticed the “Super Size” Dos Equis! A liter of Dos Equis!
It was a huge ass bottle and I had a great time killing mine. We got FOMO when it came time to board so Sean ran to the Convenience Store to grab our last Bohemias of the trip. We finished those on the tram ride to the plane. We were 3 sheets by this time.
On the first flight back, we ordered Heinekens. We enjoyed the beers of Mexico but we wanted something that was 5% ABV and nothing had been so far. Yeah, we were happily drunk for a while and then it started to slowly wear off. Sobriety started setting in. And they weren’t serving anymore cervazas. FML.
We couldn’t take drinking anymore on the second flight home, we couldn’t even get enough water. They should give you a whole bottle, not just a few ounces pour. What is it? A tasting? There is a fine line between drinking and drinking too much. I got to that line and crossed it.
Not a big deal…lesson learned. I will probably repeat it next time I fly so maybe my lesson isn’t really learned at all. Hmmm.
I had a wonderful time drinking beers in Mexico. It is one thing to have a Corona at a BBQ in Anaheim, but an experience to have a domestic beer of the country in which you are traveling. I can’t wait to do it again! Keep drinking!