Old friends and futbol

So my first weekend back was rather exciting. When I first decided to come to Mexico (a whole 3 weeks ago) I opted not to tell all my friends here I was coming back, so when I randomly showed up on Friday night at a going away party for a friend who is studying abroad for the next year I was greeted with a lot of double takes and “what are you doing here?”s. My favorite response was a look of shock followed by a loud shout of “What the F*$%!” from a friend driving past the car I was in at the time.
The señora I am living with is very nice, however I still miss my old señora and her house (where I had both cable tv in my room and internet access in the house). My new señora is quite a bit older, and lives in the house with her husband, her daughter and her husband and their 19 year old son. Instead of giving me a key to the house like most host moms here do, I get to ring this old bell at the gate when I get home (even when I arrive at 4am) and she gets out of bed to come let me in. I kinda feel bad waking her up, but it was her choice to not give me a key.
She isn’t a horrible cook but certainly is not a good one, at best the food is edible. Yesterday when I sat down with them from my first comida here (la comida, or lunch is the biggest meal of the day) I was asked if I liked beer, and when I said no, the question was if I liked tequila. I naturally said yes and then my grandmother aged señora proceeded to pour two decent sized shots of tequila for us to sip on. After I finished my tequila I was asked if I would like another so I told her I would like one with coke this time, not just pure. So she started to pour tequila into a large glass but then stopped and handed me the bottle and told me to serve how much I wanted. After I finished all that I could bear of my food, she offered me more tequila and more food, but after telling her I was satisfied I left the table to get ready for the futbol game.
There are 2 futbol teams from Guadalajara, Chivas and Atlas, and they happened to be playing each other my first full day in the city. My señora told me that her husband, daughter and herself are for Atlas, while her son in law and grandson are for Chivas, and with me being for Chivas the house was divided 3 and 3. When my friend came to pick me up for the game my señora told him that we should enjoy the game, although atlas were going to win (Chivas won, 3-1 and when he dropped me off later that night she told us not to say anything about the game). The stadium was crazy, we were in a box close to the centerline, and the stands behind the goal to my right was full of Chivas fanatics, and behind the goal to my left was full with Atlas fanatics. Most the stadium in comparison was relatively calm, shouting for most the match and only standing and dancing around when goals were scored.
Well, that’s the quick run down on my first two days back, class starts Monday so I’ll probably post something later this week about all that craziness… meeting new people, trying to be a teacher… I guess we’ll see how it goes.