In which we go to the airport.
Yesterday evening Bread, BoSe, Truck and I got into a motor vechicle and went in search of dinner. We ended up in the Mexican ghetto at a taqueria. Once I got the door open and stepped into the restaurant, an extraordinarily drunk man approached me…
…and promptly passed out on the floor. Hard.
No one in the joint even twitched.
I bent over to examine him — the floor was hard and he’d bounced his head right off of it — and satisfied myself that he wasn’t bleeding, convulsing, or puking. Then I straightened up, twitched my purse strap back up on my shoulder, and said, “Hard day, huh.”
A guy sitting alone at a booth with a beer and a basket of tortilla chips chortled. “Hard day,” he repeated. “Heh.”
We sat ourselves and ate Mexican food.
Then we went to downtown Indianapolis, bought coffees, and sat near the war memorial fountain and people-watched. I made friends with a horse who was working pulling a buggy around and around the circle.
Indianapolis, while kinda cute, didn’t particularly impress me. Indianapolis is closed on Sundays. There’s a few coffee shops and a lot of bail bondsmen open, but everything else is locked up tight. The war memorial park circle was full of tourists with cameras, which I expected, and middle-aged profilers on motorcycles, which I didn’t.
After collecting Bowling Jesus from the airport, we hopped on the Interstate and headed back to our motel. Bowling Jesus told us about his whirlwind trip to a family wedding. He said, and I fucking quote: “I got to dance naughty with my hot cousin.”
Which might be the white trashest thing I have ever heard in my entire life! I laughed so hard I nearly wet myself.
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Better-than-last Mexican food, I hope? 🙂
Something I’ve been wanting to do since working downtown is visit some of the -beautiful- water fountains during lunch (or even after work); those are things you don’t just see everywhere
Gods, yes, much better-than-last. -m
Funny and gross. Funny cause who hasn’t felt that way about their hot cousin and gross because well…..you know.
I don’t have a hot cousin. Thank God. Because I really have no scruples, you know. 😉 -m
you reacted with much more aplomb than i could have mustered had a very drunk man approached me. of course, i would have been greately relieved that he’d passed out. then again, i also wouldn’t have been the first to walk into the restaurant (cuz i have the weirdest paranoia about that sometimes – especially to places i’d never been before)
dancing with a naughty hot cousin. i don’t have any of those…though bran has a nice looking gal cousin that i wouldn’t mind getting to know better…
Hehe. -m
For the love of God, would you PLEASE quit talking about Mexican food? I am so carb starving! (Doesn’t matter what you post here, I’ll always be checking in!) 🙂
Hugs and smooches!
Carbs! Carbs! Carbs! HAH! *smooooooooch* -m
The way I figure it, cousins are fair game… maybe I just say that because I do have a couple of hot cousins myself. Of course, I’ve never danced naughty with any of them.
You’re not dead yet. 😉 -m
I got a better white trash quote for ya:
“If you donkey punch the bitch as you’re going in, she won’t notice when you don’t bottom out.”
So there ya go.
Or another one:
“You ain’t gonna touch my FRONTBUTT until you get me taco.” (That one courtesy of Squidbillies, a la Adult Swim on CN.)
Once you decompose what the hell a FRONTBUTT is, it becomes hilariously funny.
I can’t hardly take the word “taco” seriously. Really. -m