el rinconcito

Originally posted by operainchicago:

I ordered garlic wing dings from the place across the road, then watch The Three Stooges for one hour

That sounds perfect!

I could also go for a walk across to Tijuana.

Today is heavy lunch day to combat the slightly excessive beer swilling from last night. I was not the driver last night, so I was able to drink "a gusto."

The border cities can be very rowdy, but mostly people there are trying to live and carry on a normal life just like anywhere else. I suspect many of the drinkers are Americans crossing the border to act a fool. I try to avoid going to Cancun during spring break for that very reason.

Gracias Mauri.

Se me olvido mi ID de facebook. Tengo que esperar haste el viernes porque no estoy en casa ahorita, y mi ID esta en la computadora alla. Este fin de semana las miro.

Me imagino que las fotos son buenisimas.

Love, d y b

Originally posted by GuiltyGear:

mas putos

Be nice.

I like the little tacos of barbacoa with lots of celantro, onions, and pico de gallo.

I can eat a dozen of them, especially after beer.

Originally posted by GuiltyGear:

the best tacos ever are in LA,

In the USA, LA is truly good. All the years I went clubbing in Mexico, after the bar closed, we'd all run to the all-night taqueria. Those were some good tacos.

Same thing when I hung out with a Mex crowd in LA. Bar, then gorging on tummy tacos in the middle of the night. It was great.

It was funny in Guadalajara, Mexico, years ago when I was more into dancing all night. Drinking beer makes me hungry anyway, then thrashing around on a dance floor makes it even worse. The big bar in Guadalajara is called Monica's. When it closed like at 4am, there'd be probably 30 taxis lined up out front. Most of them would fill up with passengers heading to the best taco place across town called Taqueria Minerva. Everybody was going there, so it was no problem to cram into a car with 6 other people. The road to Minerva was a 6-lane wide boulevard called Vallarta. It looked so funny to see a platoon of taxis racing down it at 4am full of hungry disco people. Then, when you got to Taqueria Minerva, it would be packed! Everywhere you looked there would be scantily clad disco boyz, preppy types, lesbians, and drag queens, all ramming down those tacos with juice running down their faces. Then, you could run off to a house party if you wanted.

I could do these things easily when I was 25. Now I'd have to sleep all the afternoon before, take a fair amount of Pepto, and sleep for a day and a half afterwards.

Oh well, at least somehow I came out of all of it speaking Spanish. I'm still not quite sure how it happened. Sometimes people ask me how I learned it. I usually say, "I'll try to tell ya, but I don't completely recommend this method."