Now, my idea of taking advantage of the weekend doesn't usually entail getting it going around 3, but you soon find out that your friend circle will be very small if you ask them to meet you for lunch any earlier on the weekend. So, to appease my inner early-bird, I do any errands or chores beforehand, because, I KNOW, and as you'll soon see, that the rest of the day can quickly turn into one long and continuous gathering.
Back to 4 pm. The friends arrive, we lunch, and then head back to the pool tables. It quickly turns into 6, at which time another set of friends join us "for lunch". The American in me is ready to call an end to lunch, but the trying-to-be-culturally-sensitive side of me decides that we should stay because 6 o'clock lunchers like to have company just like the 4 o'clock lunchers.
Fast forward the clock to 7, then to 8, 9, 10, and 11, and we're all still sitting there having "lunch". One leaves for a bit to grab dessert, another to get some cigarettes, and it all seems too normal to run errands while lunching. I guess if you weren't like me, and you didn't complete your errands before, you might as well complete them DURING lunch.
By midnight, I was all lunched out. I felt like the rude foreigner ending the festivities early. I mentioned that I had never lunched so long, to which I got, "What? You've never sat down to lunch for 8 hours?" Sorry, no. And, sorry, I need to go.
Our friends waved us goodbye, with no intention of leaving, and we stumbled home, half proud that we were gaining Mexican social stamina and half in wonder with where the day had gone.