Intrepid Group.
My throat was raw from all the screaming, face flushed from all the beer. I was on my feet, waving my arms like a banshee and shouting in Spanish with the rest of the crowd.
Rewind two hours and I was reluctant to even board the metrobús that would take us to Arena México. “It’s just not my thing,” I protested to my friends who weren’t interested in my objection. The alternative was to stay in alone and develop an intense case of FOMO. So, I sucked up my anxiety, squished into the bus with what felt like the entire neighbourhood and off we went to Colonia Doctores.
