Trek me: "Of course! ¡Viva Q!" :D
Pedant me: "Ackshually mariachi are dressed like charros from the state of Jalisco, whereas Mexico was represented at the Battle of Puebla by the regular Mexican army, and volunteers from Zacapoaxtla, so Q should be dressed like this:"
After a heavy night out in Okayama in 1992, friend and I stayed in a capsule hotel one night (the kind with lots of signs in the lobby and near the baths saying "no tattoos"). Nice having my own cozy snug, even saw a few minutes of squeaky porn on the in-built TV before I passed out.
The next morning we had to check out. But I was still so messed up from the night before, almost immediately had to check into another place, a regular hotel room, and lie down. I can't tell you how much it made my poor hungover head spin every time I opened my eyes and saw that the ceiling was so far away!