Ok, i really have nothing to say...so here goes nothing.

i'm in the red, which makes me cranky.

i have a butt-load of work to do, but just can't force myself to do it now. such is my problem.


i'm half-ass dreading thanksgiving, only because i cook my butt off. i always find it so sad to spend six hours in the kitchen for it all to be devoured within fifteen minutes. seems kind of anti-climactic to me.

jotting around here, so bear with me. it's always interesting to take a trip to the maya. i swear, it's never a dull moment. one of our midtown friends made it over there to discover our secret. damn, i hate when that happens.

he was with another couple at the bar. we, of course, speak what little spanish we know with the employees. i told mark it's pretty pathetic that we haven't really learned that much more. but we do try. and the more i have to drink, the more i speak because the inhibition is gone and, since they know me, i know they won't make fun of me. plus, really, when push comes to shove, i do pretty well, and my comprehension is very good.

however, i think that if you speak bad spanish, only spanish speaking people with a knowlege, however small, of english can understand you. if they only speak spanish, they rarely understand your butchering of their language.

and of course, it's always interesting to see other drunk people find their backbones to give spanish a go. the girl down from us had had probably one too many margaritas and worked up the nerve to try her hand at the spanish she'd learned in high school, but never had an occassion to speak until now. she stumbled down to the five guys on the other side of me, all french knotted blonde and fancy pearls and tries to tell them, yo respecto tu and tu respecto mi. she stood down there for several minutes, saying it over and over again. the guys just looked at her like an alien from outer space. i think in instances like that, they find it kind of condescending.

pancho, who's bad, bad, bad (man, he makes me laugh) couldn't help laughing as she walked away. i told him he should be ashamed of himself because he speaks perfect english yet he sat there like he couldn't understand her.

we hear her for a good twenty-thirty minutes more saying those same phrases over and over again to her boyfriend. poor edith, who's so sweet, stood down there and tried to help her.

this made pancho laugh even more.

meanwhile, her boyfriend was missing his booty window. you know, it's a small window between drunk enough to fuck and passing the fuck out. i'm thinking he was forced to take a cold shower when they got home while she slept off her tequilla.

for once, we didn't stay long, but it's amazing how sometimes the dos equis hits me more than others. of course, the tequilla slammer probably didn't help things.

man, i sound like quite the alcoholic, don't i? really, i only drink once or twice a week, but when i do, i make it worth my while.

well, all this fun must come to an end. i have cornbread to make for thurs. i'm already tasting the dumplings, yummy. i swear my next writing project is going to be a cookbook...for lazy dummies like me. i've been rolling it around in my head forever, so it's time to do something about it.


outtie!