In the 90’s went to TJ with some friends who attended San Diego State University. At the club we drank warm Tecate with ice cubes. There were almost naked women on trapeze swings and porn playing on TV’s throughout the venue. It was pretty wild. The police all carried assault rifles. At the end of the night there was a mass of (mostly underage) young people processing through the border. Just had to show your driver’s license to get back into the US and there were no swipe machines to validate whether the license was real (that I recall)–just had to look like your photo. You were wise to keep your head about you while in TJ, but I don’t recall feeling unsafe. (But also was young and dumb.) Do kids still go there to party?
I remember making that trip in the 90s, but I was too drunk at the border to find my driver’s license in my pocket so they just waved me through anyway. Those were different times.
My very good friend, third or fourth generation American but 100% Mexican descent, maybe or maybe not got a little smart with the border agent. We did have to wait a few extra minutes for him in the parking lot on the US side. Meanwhile, the Middle Eastern international student with us had zero issues and whipped out two cans of beer out of his pockets while we waited. If you’re out there Fahad, you rock!
In the 90’s went to TJ with some friends who attended San Diego State University. At the club we drank warm Tecate with ice cubes. There were almost naked women on trapeze swings and porn playing on TV’s throughout the venue. It was pretty wild. The police all carried assault rifles. At the end of the night there was a mass of (mostly underage) young people processing through the border. Just had to show your driver’s license to get back into the US and there were no swipe machines to validate whether the license was real (that I recall)–just had to look like your photo. You were wise to keep your head about you while in TJ, but I don’t recall feeling unsafe. (But also was young and dumb.) Do kids still go there to party?
I remember making that trip in the 90s, but I was too drunk at the border to find my driver’s license in my pocket so they just waved me through anyway. Those were different times.
My very good friend, third or fourth generation American but 100% Mexican descent, maybe or maybe not got a little smart with the border agent. We did have to wait a few extra minutes for him in the parking lot on the US side. Meanwhile, the Middle Eastern international student with us had zero issues and whipped out two cans of beer out of his pockets while we waited. If you’re out there Fahad, you rock!