Since then, I've only been (indirectly) involved in one other fight. This was probably a decade after my last fight, during which time puberty happened to me. It happened in Acapulco, in a club called Palladium, which still stands today.
Chilangos - as people from Mexico City are playfully/hatefully called from time to time - make a pilgrimage to the lovely port of Acapulco whenever we get long weekends and this particular one was the September 15th long weekend (the real Cinco de Mayo). It had gotten particularly accesible for Chilangos to get to Acapulco thanks to a superhighway that had just opened and, thus, lots of Chilangos started buying real estate in Acapulco, including the families of the people I went to school with.
The were two popular nightclubs that rich people under 19 - yeah, under 19 - went to: Alebrije, the default Acapulco nightclub when you're that age, and Palladium, for those times when the bouncer in Alebrije was being a dick. In that particular night, the Alebrije was quite full and impossible to get in since we had gotten there late so we moved on to Palladium. To my surprise, lots of other people from our school were already there, doing the underage drinking thing (which means nothing more than underage drinking). When you mix teenagers with alcohol, the possibility of a fight breaking out is almost a certainty, so you may already be imagining what came next.
It all began with two of my friends. While most of us were drinking and having fun with the people we knew, they were dancing with two american girls they had just picked up. Two drunken gringos who were with the girls got a little jealous, walked up to the dance floor and told my friends to fuck off. They were bigger, so they did. After being ridiculed on the dance floor, my friends ran up to the captain of the school's football team (who was also a friend) to tell on the gringos. He took it personally.
Before I move on, there's something I must point out. There were 50 or 60 people from my school in Palladium, and more and more came in since word had gotten around. Needles to say, it was a bad day to pick a fight against anyone from our school.
Let's get back to the story. So being the leader that he was, he rounded up about ten of the toughest guys
Chilangos - as people from Mexico City are playfully/hatefully called from time to time - make a pilgrimage to the lovely port of Acapulco whenever we get long weekends and this particular one was the September 15th long weekend (the real Cinco de Mayo). It had gotten particularly accesible for Chilangos to get to Acapulco thanks to a superhighway that had just opened and, thus, lots of Chilangos started buying real estate in Acapulco, including the families of the people I went to school with.
The were two popular nightclubs that rich people under 19 - yeah, under 19 - went to: Alebrije, the default Acapulco nightclub when you're that age, and Palladium, for those times when the bouncer in Alebrije was being a dick. In that particular night, the Alebrije was quite full and impossible to get in since we had gotten there late so we moved on to Palladium. To my surprise, lots of other people from our school were already there, doing the underage drinking thing (which means nothing more than underage drinking). When you mix teenagers with alcohol, the possibility of a fight breaking out is almost a certainty, so you may already be imagining what came next.
It all began with two of my friends. While most of us were drinking and having fun with the people we knew, they were dancing with two american girls they had just picked up. Two drunken gringos who were with the girls got a little jealous, walked up to the dance floor and told my friends to fuck off. They were bigger, so they did. After being ridiculed on the dance floor, my friends ran up to the captain of the school's football team (who was also a friend) to tell on the gringos. He took it personally.
Before I move on, there's something I must point out. There were 50 or 60 people from my school in Palladium, and more and more came in since word had gotten around. Needles to say, it was a bad day to pick a fight against anyone from our school.
Let's get back to the story. So being the leader that he was, he rounded up about ten of the toughest guys
