Boy, did I drink a lot this weekend to honor the Wobblies, Eugene Debs and U. Utah Phillips. I also had my first pollo asado from our friends at La Fiesta. Instead of being forced to take Greyhound back from the annual retreat to Pinecrest, Chris drove me back in his '92 RS convertible camaro. Rhymes with gimpin'.
Nothing too shocking here--it was really tasty. Chris made the rookie mistake of grabbing a bunch of chips and then not having time to eat them before his burrito arrived. It was the usual peopourri: big Hispanic families, small navel-baring girls, alterna-band members from Red Square across the parking lot. And it was a welcome change from subsisting on nothing but snacks, beer and tequila for the previous 36 hours. Lessons learned from the weekend: with four people playing Liar's Dice, nobody will ever call you if you lead with "Six sixes." Also, "Seven Twos" is a lousy call, no matter what the situation.
Nothing too shocking here--it was really tasty. Chris made the rookie mistake of grabbing a bunch of chips and then not having time to eat them before his burrito arrived. It was the usual peopourri: big Hispanic families, small navel-baring girls, alterna-band members from Red Square across the parking lot. And it was a welcome change from subsisting on nothing but snacks, beer and tequila for the previous 36 hours. Lessons learned from the weekend: with four people playing Liar's Dice, nobody will ever call you if you lead with "Six sixes." Also, "Seven Twos" is a lousy call, no matter what the situation.
