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I hitched a ride to Blanco's yesterday afternoon with Joe so EL didn't have to brave the downtown traffic to pick me up for our airport trip. Greg arrived safely and with baggage in tow, we headed for food. I made a wrong turn that pointed us in the opposite direction from where I was headed and since there were no handy exits to turn around, I made a poor impromptu decision to eat at El Tiempo over our original destination of Massas downtown. It was crowded and loud as usual. We saw some girl puke on her table (and herself) before getting carried out... and another guy fall into a plant before his ass kissed the floor. Fucking idiots. If you can't hold your liquor, don't drink in public. Anyhoo, I felt like an ass for picking the place, but my stomach was focused on the Deluxe Mixed Grille. It would be ours... and it was... after a 45 minute wait in the land of self-important people. Albeit pricey, the dinner was delicious and definitely more than we could eat. Parilla style grilled lobster tails, beef fajitas, carnitas, jumbo tiger shrimp, quail, pork ribs, sausage, shrimp diablo, chicken fajitas, chili relleno, etc. I think we rolled out of there like pill bugs. After the much-too-long valet wait, we pointed the car for Downing Street. Motherfuck. You would think there was a holiday the next day or something! Oh... wait... ahem. We opted not to stop because of the crowd. We were home in two shakes of a lambs tail and the digestive food coma was setting in with the speed of the TGV. EL headed off to bed a little earlier than Greg and I. I was too tired to function really, so our catch-up talk was abbreviated. My grand plans to sleep in this morning were pissed on by my inability to stay sleeping for some reason. I quietly made coffee for the house and thought I'd take a minute to spill some misspelled words here. Wow. A whole day off. What the hell am I going to do with myself?