Why was I even in Mexico?

So I'm driving down the main strip in semi-beautiful Acapulco on a hot, sunny November afternoon desperately trying to locate my hotel named Las Torres Gemelas, which translates to "The Twin Towers". Exasperated, I decide to try out my limited Spanish skills on one of the locals. A young gentleman, wearing a white tank top and a red bandana around his head, pulls up next to me at the red light in a monster car and I very politely say, "Disculpa, donde esta Las Torres Gemelas?" and with an incredulous look of disbelief, he responds (insert bad Mexican accent here), "Las Torres Gemelas? De Tween Towerrss! DOOOOOOD! Dey fell down!" and then he drove away. I found my hotel on the next block on the ocean. It was two giant towers - go figure! This picture is of me in the lobby. Wow, I'm getting really fat! Time to work out.

See you in hell,
Shakes.

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!! Officially a senior!