Day 25: Dance with the Devil.

"A picture of your favorite day."

I seriously couldn't choose a favorite day, but there were several favorite times that I could think of. Most include Jeremiah (obviously), but in order to have some variety, I chose the next best thing: My times in Mexico. Specifically, Summer of 2004.

The best summer of my life.

This was the summer that I went to Europe for the second time and got to visit one of my favorite countries, Italy. It was the summer that I celebrated my Quinceañera and the summer I that I essentially grew up. But my favorite part of all...it was the summer I found out that my cousin was gay.

The week that I spent in San Luis that summer was one of the greatest weeks ever. I made so many friends and opened up in a way that I never had before. I was full of life that year, I never stopped smiling. That week, my cousin's "friend" was staying at his house for school. Well that "friend"...was insanely hot. I spent a lot of time talking to him, so much that I never realized how angry my cousin was acting towards me. That didn't last for too long. Before I knew it, he dragged me into his room and told me that he was gay.

And that was just peachy! Didn't bother me at all...not really until I realized where he was going with it. Turns out that guy staying with him, the guy I had spent so much time getting to know and was starting to like, was his boyfriend!!! Go figure. I eventually laughed it off; it's kinda funny now.

After opening up to me, my cousin took me out to meet his friends. We went to the Plaza downtown. That's where I met the majority of the gay community of SLP. And they were all such amazing people...even the girl that hit on me, although that was just more awkward than amazing. At some point in that week, my cousin took me to my first club. That was fun, but not what I really expected.

The real fun was at the gay clubs we hit up afterwards.

I don't think I've ever had so much fun in my life! I felt so comfortable around these people. I let loose and danced the night away. Everyone taught me the "gay dance", which literally everyone in the club knows. There was even a shout out to "The girl from Oklahoma!" I didn't want that night to end.

The picture above doesn't do this memory justice, but it's one of the best ones that represents what I loved so much about that summer. My cousin and his friends. Just don't mind the girl on the far left.

She's only there because I couldn't crop her out.