Los autobuses, Cervezas, y Burritos. Translation: Buses, Beers, and Burritos

What started off as your typical night on the Mexican Bus (www.mexicanbus.net) evolved into the most exciting Thirsty Thursday to date. The office was elated all day with visions of shots of tequila and bottomless cervezas. Getting to the Mexican bus with our supplies of beer, booze, snacks, ice (the essentials really) was an exercise in team building in itself. As the clock neared 6PM, we all scrambled to load up our goodies and carry them a block away to where our Mexican chariot awaited us. Smiling and excited for our adventure around SF, we all pitched in (except Mike) to carry bags, a cooler, and a highjacked recycling bin that we MacGyvered into an ice chest. It was a thing of beauty.

As we approached our colorful bus “Lola” we were greeted by our driver Richard. The bus was perfectly bare-bones for our journey – benches, an Ipod jack, and a communal shot glass that dangled from the ceiling. It was everything we dreamed it would be. Instantly we began celebrating with Coronas, margaritas, and of course Patron. We arrived at the Ramp, the perfect place to chill outside on an unseasonably warm SF evening. We sipped our drinks, took in the bay, and had a great time. But by 8P we were ready for food, so it was off to La Taqueria. By the time we got there we were getting low on our beer supplies, so once again we worked as a team. Divide and conquer – “ok you guys go get beer and we’ll go get the food, meet back at the bus hasta la pronto!”

Everyone returned to the bus to enjoy their burritos and Tecate. And just as the party was getting started again … our bus Lola broke down! And what do you think we did? We did what any group of thinkers would do … we finished our food, grabbed the beer, and hit the road. It was like a fire drill- what would you grab? Cookies, snacks, and coolers were left behind, but not the Tecate! While some people might have been discouraged by this misfortune, we interpreted it as part of the experience. Perhaps divine intervention even. Everyone got out their bus passes, we jumped on Muni and headed to Double Dutch. From there we all gradually dispersed and called it a night. This was one night this Plum gal will never forget!