Published by admin on 29 Apr 2005
When I was a kid, I used to dream about growing up and what that would be like. I always imagined fancy dinner parties with red wine and a lot of laughing about sophisticated things. So last night when we went to El Cholo for dinner with a couple of friends, I felt like, well, grown up. And in the good way.
I drank two margaritas and unfortunately there were side effects. Those side effects being somehow related to me thinking I should eat everything on my plate. And all the pralines plus more that the waiter so graciously (maliciously) brought to the table. For those of you who don’t know, El Cholo’s meals are fucking huge. As Louie calls them, man meals. I ate all of it, save a little of my rice.
Oh the pain that resulted. I had a stitch in my side from the pain of all that delicious Mexican food pressing on all my other organs. I think I kind of know what the early stages of pregnancy feel like now. I was pregnant with an El Cholo baby. I’m not going to talk about the birth of that process, because scatological, ew.
I remember as I was trying to fall asleep with my El Cholo baby pressing on my bladder, I sort of remember asking Louie really weird questions. Questions about really random things. Or was that this morning. Black outs? I don’t know, I only had two! Oh, how I love tequila, but it’s becoming a sad strange mistress. A mistress that I think will someday be traced back to my downfall. Because if there is one thing I cannot do, it is break up with tequila.