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It was monumentally difficult to get my arse out of bed this morning. The storm last night and light pitter-patter of the rain against the french door in our room this morning were blissfully sedative. Once I managed to summon sufficient will, I made myself ready for public consumption and headed south for the work day. Complete and total shit was all to be found on the roadways. TEXDOT and METRO put up these little informative roadside signs that digitally convey road conditions ahead and estimated travel times to designated waypoints for the drivers enroute. The first sign I see in the morning usually states travel time to the outer belt to be about 7 minutes. This morning, the sign said 18 minutes. Another memorable sign along the way usually is in flux between 18 and 21 minutes depending on the hour, but this morning is stated 39 minutes. Fuck. I hate traffic... but not as much as I like being out of the herd after hours. So the big news of my week is that my brother Sean might be coming to visit us soon! He has a new woman and that is sugar and spice and all things nice as far as I'm concerned. I am working a new template for the photo site and hope to have that up soon. I am quite sneezy this morning. I must be allergic to work and being at the office is causing a flair up. Oye!
*sigh*
Must work now.
No storm here but I too had sooo much trouble getting up. I even went to bed pretty early for a change. I’d slammed the snooze bar for an hour before I realized what was happening. I only remember doing it a couple times.
Yes, I’m excited to come to Tejas for pleasure rather than business. Hopefully I’ll be bringing Adriana with me. I need to introduce her to TexMex...gently. I don’t think she could handle the Full Monty that is Shrimp Diablo but she needs exposure to the flava. CaliMex just makes people weak.
Hopefully there’ll be something cool, musically, going down as well. BB, Houston Blues Society, Guy, Two Fat Chicks...something.
SO WEIRD! I saved this image from an e-mail yesterday and was gonna post it.
Ah, well.
Please tell my boyfriend Sean to blog something current. Thankssomuch.
Hey look - Kermit is caught up in corporate politics! Hand up his ass and all!
Now Sean, you know I have to defend CaliMex. Let’s say it’s like pizza or hamburgers… no two places make theirs the same way… but they’re all good. So it is with Mexican food. There’s room for both in this big crazy world, and they’re both delicious. Can’t we all just get along? Makes people weak? I think not. You just have to know what to order. That shrimp diablo is some good shit, though.
Okay, Jason, I will admit that there are instances where I might have actually liked some Mexi food here in Cali but I do stand by my statement over weakness. Cali food, in general, Mexi in particular, is purposely blanded. This is a confirmed, known fact, admitted to by numorous Mexi chefs around the city as per an LA Weekly article circa sometime 1995 or so.
I’ve made the mistake of just assuming someone born-and-raised on CaliMex could jump head first into some of Austin’s finest TexMex. It wasn’t pretty. No, no, no, no. Not pretty at all. It was both ends not pretty.
But all things are relative. Cali people just work off a different scale. Texi people have a whole ‘nother level of expectation when they see the word “spicy” on the menu. You’re unique amongst your statesmen in your appreciation of capsaicin. Embrace your uniqueness and don’t make excuses for the weak.
The tastiest CaliMex eatery I’ve experienced would be the place you took us. You know, the place with the painting of the whores (hah-hah!). Otherwise, I’d happily dine at Taco Bell, Baja Fresh or, yeah!, Chipotle, over El Coyote.
Sorry Jett, I’m kinda non-blogger these days. My mood is much better than it’s been for several months, thanks to the new bright and shining star in my life. But somehow I’m just not compelled to blog anymore. I’ll start, get half into a thought, think better of it and DEL. Maybe that’ll change one of these days.
Well shit twice and fall back into it.
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