No, I don't think I ever posted it here... Mostly 'cause I don't remember much about meeting her. Ha! Spoilered for those who don't care: Spoiler Shes an American citizen (Dad was American, but had family in Spain, Mexico, Honduras, and US), but was raised in Cuernavaca, Mexico and Honduras. She came to the US for college not knowing a word of English, and was taught American culture by her family here, who are all a bunch of Italians (Yay Diversity!). We actually met while we were both walking (or in my case- stumbling) home from the bar on night- I was going to my house, and she was walking with some of her friends to an apartment close by (coincidentally, the same apartment where I fell from the balcony). I was wearing a Southern Tide polo, which caught their eyes. The conversation went like this (as told by her friend, as I don't really remember this): Friend: HEY TALL BOY! WE LIKE YOUR SHIRT! Me: (Stumbling over to them)............ HEY! Doo yall like beerses? I have beerses! At MY HOUSE! Les' go DRINK 'EM! The Wife: (Just as drunk as I am) Ahahahaha! He eess adorable! The didn't come over, and I don't know how it happened, but somehow we exchanged numbers, and the next morning I had a text from her. I honestly had NO idea who it was from, and didn't recognize the name. But when I got up and made myself a white russian for breakfast (good hangover cure, by the way, and an excellent buffer to help transition from "feel-like-shit" mode to "drink-all-day" mode) because I was going tubing down the river with some buddies that day, I replied back to her asking if she wanted to go. You know, because even though I didn't know her... Why not? I must have liked something about her if I gave her my number. She declined, but asked me to meet her later that evening for drinks. If any of you have ever gone tubing, then you have some idea of the shape I was in when I met her for drinks that night. The good news was that she liked to drink just a much as I did, and thought drunk me was hilarious. We ended up have a great time, went our separate ways after a small kiss, and everything just built from there. Things were sped up a little bit by the pregnancy, obviously, but I can honestly say that she and the baby are the best things to ever happen to me, and I do it the same way again if I had a choice. So that's my mushy story- muchos gracias, yo soy El Nino, all that good stuff. The best part, though, is that she inspired me to start my new hobby! SOY OBSESSED-O! Spoiler
To be fair- EVERYTHING is better when put into Taco-terms. I'm not the weird one for liking tacos- anybody who DOESN'T like tacos is the weird one. And I wanna say that 10 tacos or 5 mole' enchiladas will rent you a burro for an hour, but I'll have to confirm. I normally eat my Mexican money before I can haggle a good deal...
Well, you know what they say: attaining wealth isn't the hard part, it's hanging onto it that's tough.
I took tomorrow off to drink and go fuck myself. Summer is officially here, so I feel kind of obligated to do it outdoors. Two long weekends in a row. Thank God. Cheers.
I'm getting a long weekend too. And it will be awesome. However, I did not have an awesome morning. I had a fake boner when I woke up. My girlfriend had stayed the night, and wanting to get my Thursday off to a great start, we decided to get busy. Only problem was that my morning wood was caused not by naked titties, but the fact that I had to take a racehorse whiz. I didn't realize this until about ten minutes of fruitless thrusting. And then my front tire blew out on the freeway. Yay, Thursday.
It's pissing down rain today, and is expected to off and on for the next week. Joy. So, got all domestic this morning and made some home made bread and a stew. House smells fucking awesome. Then got pissed at my shower this morning, and bailed half way through to grab the Dremel tool. 10 minutes later, with bits of plastic and metal shavings everywhere, I now have at least triple the flow and pressure. Hell yeah. "But, what about water conservation?" FUCK THAT. I live in a rain forest, and my water comes from a well. Nuff said.
And "cheers". Here's to Polar Bears. (I make them half hot chocolate, half coffee, shot of peppermint schnapps, and a splash of Frangelico).
He went to Tijuana and woke up handcuffed to her in the back of his pickup truck. With wedding rings and a camouflage tuxedo. She wouldn't leave. I don't care if that isn't the real story. It should be.