Mexico: 1 Britt: 0

If there’s one thing I learned about Puerto Vallarta, it’s that our friends south of the border LOOOOVE discos. It’s freakin’ adorable. Every club I visited on el malecón (ie; the boardwalk…see, I know Spanish!) had the exact same dance floor setup; a good sized floor made up of nothing but neon-lit panels. It was like you were dancing on rainbows. <3.

Anyway, it was a nice evening (and by nice I mean it consisted of free tequila and half of a fifth of rum) and I found myself at this adorable little mock-VIP section of this club called…something. (Hell, I can’t remember! I was drunk!) Now, this club was unofficially dubbed Dodongo’s Cavern by yours truly due to the simple fact that it emitted a red hue when looking at it from the outside.

While chilling on our spiffy white sofa seats, something plagued the dance club. It was a song—a song, for many, that is associated with good times and hearty laughs. It was a song the internet is far too familiar with…IT WAS THE LEGEND OF ZELDA!!!!!!!!

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Did I just sorta-kinda double Rick Roll you?! OMG. I think I did! GO ME! ::shoots confetti::

So, yes. Thank you for that Puerto Vallarta.

<3 Britt