I'm not a fan of Mariachi music. Wishing it would stop wafting in my window.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Just think of it as uptempo polka, with horns!
We spent the afternoon and evening at my friend's 2 year old's BBQ/birthday party. There was lots of yummy sangria and food, a pinata, cake and I was an excellent role model in bringing some baby fireworks.
M. of course burnt a finger on the sparkler, and when his mom called, announced "We're shooting off explosives!!" plus "Oh, I had a hot dog and cake. There was only lunch there."
GROAN. Poppers, smoke bombs, snakes and sparklers FWIW, and a groaning board of delicious foodstuffs at all times. But it sounds like I let him shoot bombs, burned his hand and fed him only junk food. FOR THE WIN!
But it was fun, and he scored a magnificent donkey head from the pinata. I have to restrain myself from placing it on Dan's pillow.
In retrospect, one of the signs of the coming fail of my marriage was when my husband told a mariachi band in a restaurant that it was my birthday.
(It was my birthday. The fail was thinking I would enjoy the attention of a mariachi band and an entire restaurant.)
No one deserves mariachi, Ginger.
In retrospect, one of the signs of the coming fail of my marriage was when my husband told a mariachi band in a restaurant that it was my birthday.
Well at least he didn't do it on a day that was not remotely your birthday, just to embarrass you.
One of the shows I did with Culture Clash required me learning the difference between Bandida, Mariachi, and...and... crap, forget the name of it. Richard described Bandida as "Carne Asada and Cowboys. If it has either on the cover, it's Bandida". Mariachi was, I forget the words he used, but it was far from PC, making comment on the outfits. The other major category (that I can't recall the name of) is the bulk of "everything else". Yes, gross generalizations. And I didn't realize it at first, he's not a fan of any of it either.
My dad did that to my mom on numerous occasions. Sometimes I'm surprised he's still alive. I like mariachi bands, though.
Netflix is a teasing-McTeasey-pants! And for that, I am mad at it. It labeled Dresden Files as "Season 1" and by that, I thought there was more. Alas, I have consumed all 12 episodes in a few days. Humbug. For that, I will punish it, and watch more and make it tired.
Sean, feel free to stop by and meet Kaylee tonight if you aren't working!
I was working tonight. And will be again tomorrow. The next several days will be pretty busy, but we'll figure something out.