A good day. Today has been a good day. A really good day. A super really good day.
Woke up and the other party had breakdast ready.
She wanted to go some place. Early, she said. They close at 11:00AM.
What kind of fun can you get in a place that closes at 11 AM.
I went along without asking questions. It was in a church downtown.
Damned, she finally made me go to church, I thought.
It was a fruit festival. We arrived at 10 and half the fruit was gone. She goes in a frenzy trying to recoup the 2 bucks admision. 4 bucks total. She's like me.
We save the pennies and throw away the dollars.
It was about tropical fruits. Being from the tropics and old, I only found a few I haven't tried before.
Came back home, won a few tables, had a good cold cuts lunch, and chuchi chuchi.
It makes me hungry afterwards, so I wanted food.
Went out to a Peruvian place, but the smoke got into my lungs. Flew outta there.
We're thinking seafood for me fish for her. But it's too far.
I mention a new Mexican place, since we're both hungry by now, and we clicked.
The food was excellent. That coming from one that lived in Mexico for four years.
And the music was as good. All salsa, bolero, ballenato, reggietton and chachacha.
It happens to be owned by a Salvadorian and a Cuban. So no corridos quebraditas or guapangos.
Best part. Karaoke. On the second margarita I was the lead singer of the place.
I made friends with the staff and one of the owners, who wants me singing on Friday.
I don't know how many margaritas I should charge for my hard work, yet.
In my depression, I used to remanicence(sp I'm drunk) about the good old days.
These ARE the good old days. The olde man still got it.