Go South of the Border in this hilarious first installment of a sassy, sexy new interactive series, Miss Adventure. Making good on a drunken promise to your wild best friend, Lani, you hop into her beat-up 1970s Mustang and head off for a day of margaritas, men, and mayhem in Tijuana. But there are dozens of shots to call -- and drink! -- along the way. Will you give in to your baser impulses and blow all of your money on over-the-counter Viagra? Will you flash the crowd to win a dance contest? Will you get your hands on a mythic tequila recipe that is sure to make you a millionaire? Will you land yourself in Mexican jail for buying a shopping bag full of M-80 fireworks? Will you party with a group of slightly shady but smoking-hot rich guys on their yacht? And most important, will you find Lani's car where you left it? It doesn't really matter whether you meet the Latin lover of your dreams or the long arm of the law in Tangle in Tijuana -- with thirty-eight possible endings, you can always go back across the border and start all over again! Wendy Holden author of Farm Fatale Ingenious! Lilla and Nora Zuckerman are twentysomething sisters who swear they were at least eighteen when last seen in Tijuana. They live in Los Angeles, California. Tangle in Tijuana Miss Adventure #1 By Lilla Zuckerman Fireside Copyright © 2003 Lilla Zuckerman All right reserved. ISBN: 0743238451 from Tangle in Tijuana You are hurtling down the freeway toward the Mexican border, hanging your head out of the window in an attempt to gasp some fresh air to cure your wicked hangover. But the glaring Southern California sunshine and the grumbling of the V-8 engine are only making your headache worse. Last night you made a drunken promise to your best friend, Lani, that you would go with her on her annual trip to Tijuana. Little did you know, she was actually serious. Now you find yourself riding shotgun in Lani's beat up 1970's Mustang, wearing your new Betsey Johnson sundress and the biggest shades you could find. In your hangover haze you figured that if you are going on a Mexican vacation, you might as well do it in style. Looking over at Lani behind the wheel, smoking a cigarette and drinking her third Diet Coke of the morning, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into. You've never been to Tijuana, but it seems like everybody has a story about their bizarre experiences south of the border, and you kind of want one too. "This is absolutely the best medicine for you," Lani says with conviction. She drags on a menthol cigarette and passes it to you. "Nothing perks you up quite like Diet Cokes and menthol cigarettes in the morning." "I don't know if this is the best idea," you say, not wanting to hurt her feelings. "I just bought these sandals a week ago and I've heard that Tijuana is not really an open-toe-shoe kind of town." "Hello! This is the modern world," Lani exclaims. "It's not all burro shit and tapeworms. Tijuana is actually the most-visited foreign city by Americans. It's practically Disneyland, with a shitload of booze, but no scary cartoon creatures. At least, I think there aren't any scary cartoon creatures. I used to go there all the time when I was a teenager. The clubs actually accepted my junior high school ID." "How come every story I have ever heard about TJ has involved a Mexican prison, donkey shows, and a case of ungodly food poisoning?" "As long as you don't urinate in public or start a knife fight you are not going to jail. You are forgetting that TJ is a magical place where you can toss a rock in the air and hit a hottie. Everybody goes there to hook up, it's like a never-ending bachelor party." "Okay, but I don't want to just drink and make out with boys named Pedro -- I am bringing some good shit home," you say. You've always been a shopper at heart, and have heard there are lots of special knickknacks you can buy in Mexico: prescription drugs, fireworks, endangered species...all at bargain prices. "Oh shit -- fleeing family!" Lani points to a massive yellow road sign with a silhouette of a family dashing across the highway. It reminds you of "deer crossing" signs you've seen. "This means we're close. Beware of fleeing families!" "Yeah, bitches! You makin' a run for the border?" An obnoxious SUV full of drunken fratboys have pulled up alongside Lani's car. They are wielding a video camera and hanging out of the sunroof. One of them sticks his tongue out and makes an obscene gesture you have not seen since summer camp. "Ah, the modern mating call," you sigh. Lani gives them the finger. "Eat me!" she yells across the highway, laying on her horn. She turns to you with a grin. "Hell yeah. We are going to have the best time." Lani lets you finish the menthol cigarette as the highway signs begin to get bigger and more exciting: "Last Exit to USA," "Border Crossing Ahead," "U-turn to USA." Tijuana is moments away. "Alright -- here's the deal. We can park on the Am