Okay, so I didn´t make it to the prison today but that is quite alright, I´ll go tomorrow.I decided not to go because today is not an official visiting day at the prison. Which means it becomes a big hassle. Here is out it would´ve gone down:
After a little less than an hour of driving to get to the prison, I would arrive and have to ask one of the guards outside the prison if I could visit a prisoner. The guard would then go looking for the warden´s secretary. She would come out, with about 12lbs of heavy make-up all of it different shades of orange and pink, and ask me who I thought I was to come on a none visiting day? Then I would lie and say that I had no idea that it wasn´t a visiting day and that I had come all the way from fricking Ohio, and couldn´t I please come in. Then the warden would come out and depending on 1. how good of a mood he was in, and 2. how good my tits looked to him, would decide, if and for how long I could visit. Usually, the warden (they change the warden every year or so—I think to supposedly avoid corruption) would say I could come on in, but just for “a little bit” and that we could only hang out in the courtyard.
So, instead, I´ll just go tomorrow, Saturday, an official visiting day. I wrote a very in depth article about what that is like but right now I cannot link to my old entries…sorry.
When I get back from the prison my graduating class, is having a reunion. This was my class of tercero de secudnaria, kind-of-like 9th grade. We were a small group of 45 students and went to a private catholic school, we are surprisingly tight knit and the the class has a reunion every year. This will be the first one I will attend. I´ve always been out of the country during our reunions and instead of attending get sent pictures. It will be kind of weird for me considering everyone is now married. The question won´t be are you married, but how many kids do you have. To which last time I checked the responses will be something like Dulce 3, Yadira 2, Leonel 3, Elizabeth 2, Aida 2, Fausto 1, Cristian 1, Malena 4, Angel 2, man I could go on and on.
I am glad I don´t have 4 kids and live in Mexico and work my ass off. I am also glad, I don´t have the older-looking face of a woman who is now a mother. I know I am about a year younger than most my classmates, but still I wish I did at least have more substance to my life. Or damn, I wish Josie was here to make some kind of comment about snot-nosed kids.
Either way the reunion will rock, it will be nice to see everyone together.