Where’s my passport?

(Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico)— Several years ago, I established the 80-20 rule in regard to what I write publicly about the behind-the-scenes parts of my work. Eighty percent never gets written. Twenty percent is written with a very careful pen. What’s happened here in the past 15 hours falls under the 80% rule for now (and certainly until I’m back on American soil).

The short version is this. I forgot to pack socks and boxer shorts. Oh, and the Mexican feds came in and shut down the event I’m working. You can draw your own conclusions about why, but suffice to say the company I’m doing work for didn’t do anything wrong. In the meantime, there has been no small amount of stress on the the folks here. The uncertainty of the situation made for some very tense moments for everyone involved, including yours truly. When the feds start seizing things, it’s hard to know where things will go. A last second decision to grab my computer and passport means I still have said items instead of wondering if I’ll ever get them out of a locked-down room.

That’s about all I can write at the moment. Still a lot of uncertainty here, but we hope to know more by this evening. I hope to be re-booking my flight home before I go to bed.

Oh, and I’m not wearing any underwear.