¡Bad Choices!

I've had my heart set on this vegetarian restaurant that sounded like one of the awesomer parts of my neighborhood in Mexico City, and since I spent yesterday checking out the Palacio Nacional, the Catedral Metropolitana, and the Templo Mayor - where I lived vicariously through Gloria Anzaldua AND got one of the only free admissions I've ever gotten from my ISIC, ever, which still doesn't quite justify spending twenty dollars on it - this was the morning it was going to happen. At least, it was, until I spent the night vomiting in my bathroom. (I take no blame for this, because my dinner yesterday was a cup of mango and a piece of sweet bread from a bakery, and not anything racy or novel.) I woke up tangled in my sheets in a cold sweat with a wastebasket next to me, which didn't really bode well for my presentation this afternoon.

After a shower, I was starting to feel a little bit better, and as I walked to the bakery where I may or may not have gotten malaria from a piece of sweet bread, I was like, um, maybe my stomach doesn't want this. So instead, I went looking for an internet cafe, and accidentally ended up on the street with the vegetarian place. I figured it was probably good to put something in my stomach, and I wasn't going to get any dodgy meats at a vegetarian place, so I hiked upstairs. And being the responsible person I am, I drank black coffee and ordered oatmeal, but then the waiter told me that the oatmeal was kind of small and that I'd be better off with something else, so I got huevos rancheros. And it came with a muffin. And I ate three tortillas full of huevos rancheros. So far, I'm fine, which is good because I present a paper this afternoon. That said, there's a decent chance that I'll spend the night vomiting over my balcony.