I would expect a cantina in Arizona to have a decent margarita. I was wrong.
It was fine and everything, but I really expected good! I am constantly disappointed.
However, I was not disappointed with my dinner companions: David & Duck.
We had not seen each other since my last trip to Vegas. In the meantime, they fled Sin City for Sun City. They claim it's hotter here, but I don't see much of a difference.
We did the early bird special - basically. My body clock time said 20:00 but my watch (if I had or owned one) said 17:00.
The boys are good and always fun to be around. Allegedly, David claims anything he says to me is "off-the-record" and not to be used for this blog, so if something about, oh, say, leopard print bikini bottoms came up, I was not allowed to blog about it.
Duly noted.
I did find it odd my Mexican wrap came with American flags on toothpicks. But this is a Jan Brewer state and any illegal-looking wraps were profiled and sent back across the border, no doubt. These wraps had to prove citizenship and well, U.S. flags are the way to do it.
Yet here I am, back in my room by 18:30 and contemplating bed. Even by Eastern Daylight time it's early. But the body wants what the body wants.
Song by: the National
1 comment:
Bastard. If you're going to spill it you can at least spill it accurately, as in "leopard print bikini bottoms worn 25 years ago." Yikes, don't scare the children!
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