Julia and I have been in Todos Santos for a couple of days (which is super cool), and today, we're headed over to La Paz to see what's happening on that side of the peninsula.

It seems like weeks ago that I was in Cabo San Lucas for the real estate investing mastermind. It's very different down there. Where Todos Santos is laid-back and chill, Cabo is a full-on party town.

But, when in Rome. . .

On the second night, we wound up at The Giggling Marlin.

It's a typical Cabo bar—loud music, cheap tequila, many tourists, and a handsome young fellow working as a Party Motivator.

His job was to pick folks out of the crowd and set them up in games that the rest of the crowd would watch.

Ryan - the founder of our group - was picked along with two other guys for a drinking game. Here's how it went down.

First, the party motivator sat them in a row and asked them where they were from, how long they had been in town, etc.

Then, they had to pick nicknames. Ryan chose "Captain Big Balls," and I knew things were about to get interesting.

Next, The Party Motivator brought the first dude to a podium where he'd placed two beers - one for the "Challenger" and one for the "House Champion."

Like boxers at the weigh-in, they were each given a minute to talk shit to the other before, the Party Motivator's mark, they would race to Chung the beer.

Of course, the House Champion was fast and easily beat the first Challenger.

Mind you; this is all very dramatic. The Party Motivator is doing things like getting crowd opinions on who's going to win, talking massive shit about the losers, etc.

Each round took about 15 minutes, and, as expected, the House Champion easily beat the 2nd Challenger as well.

Ryan was the Challenger for the final round, and the Party Motivator went all out. The House Champion came out dressed like the Grim Reaper, with a sickle and the sound of death tolls ringing.

Ryan stood at the podium, waiting.

This time, the Party Motivator added a shot of tequila to go along with the beer.

The Champion spoke first with some ominous words about how there was no way Ryan could defeat him.

The Party Motivator is doing a great job with the crowd, building up anticipation and excitement and asking people who they think will win.

Meanwhile, Ryan is just standing there looking stoic.

Finally, the Party Motivator lets him speak.

The room is quiet.

All eyes are on Ryan, who's staring menacingly at the Grim Reaper.

"Do you have anything to say?" says that Party Motivator.

"Yes," came the reply.

More silence.

More staring.

And then. . .

"3,2,1 - GO!"

Before anyone could react, Ryan slammed the shot and chugged the beer.

Nobody saw it coming - not even the Grim Reaper or the Party Motivator, who just stood there and looked shocked and dismayed.

Like, "How did this guy do that?"

The Party Motivator started to say something, but before he could get a word out, Ryan ran around the room, declaring victory and high-fiving everyone in the bar.

People sometimes ask me why I'm in this group.

What do I get out of it?

There are a lot of reasons—I could write a book about what I've learned in the past seven years.

But Ryan's victory over The Grim Reaper perfectly sums it up.

In this group, I've learned that when the game's rules don't suit you, you can change them—you play it differently. And that's a lesson that goes beyond real estate investing.

It applies to everything.

For those willing, we get to live life on our terms and play by our own rules.

And as long as we're committed to it, there's nothing anyone can do to stop us.