I said yesterday that the three-day orgy of food (a.k.a. family Christmas feasts) was over, that I’d eaten enough for twelve Ethiopians and drunk enough for four Irish navvies, etc. etc. etc.
I lied.
Or rather, I forgot that we’d promised to take Brother-In-Law for some Mexican food for lunch yesterday.
And that we’d planned on dinner with Doc Russia and his exquisite wife later last night.
So of course we did both: quesadillas, fajitas, chimichangas and so on, accompanied by the usual margaritas (at Gloria’s); and beef short ribs, pineapple sponge cake with ice cream, and whiskey plus red wine (at Doc’s).
I now look and feel like Monty Python’s Mr. Creosote, understand how an actual python feels when it’s swallowed, say, a large pig, and I have lost the will to live.
Here’s a picture of a gun to keep you all happy:
And please excuse me while I go off and groan for a few hours.
We spent Christmas Day at our oldest son’s house, along with family and in-laws. Much merriment and food had by all. I wound up in your condition. Went back for seconds on ham and turkey knowing what would happen, drawn like a bug to the light.
Nice gun picture. I have a U.S. M1917 with a band of British red paint at the front of the wood.
You have my complete sympathy, sir. Been there, done that, got the reflux, Lie down in a darkened room and think slimming thoughts.
Very interesting, Gloria’s was one of my favorite places to eat in Dallas going back to 1989. Then it was Salvadorian without much Tex-Mex with delightful Latin-America dishes. When I wanted Tex-Mex ‘El Fenix’ was my favorite place and the ‘Martinez’ combination is incredible. Living close to San Antonio now, our Mexican restaurants are more Mexican dishes and not so much Tex-Mex which is different but it’s all good. Now I am getting a hunger for some Gloria’s for lunch with some ‘El Fenix’ with their Wednesday special for supper. The place fills up with old Gringos on Wednesdays and the service is friendly and fast with excellent Margaritas for decent prices. Now I need to make a trip up to Dallas just to eat good food. And if a person like Mexican over Tex-Mex then my favorite place in Dallas is Fernando’s on Midway just North of Northwest Highway a few blocks from where we used to live.
I really do love living down here NW of San Antonio in the Texas Hill Country, we have some great places to eat however I also miss Dallas where we lived for 24 years with its special places to eat. Kim, please let us know what your bro-n-law thinks about Texas and Dallas. Merry Post-Christmas and Happy New Year and all that stuff.
+1 for ‘El Fenix’. Arlington location is 10 minutes away from us.
Oh, quit yer bitchin. Remember what they used to tell you when the bowl of broccoli was passed around? There are people starving in… well… SOMEWHERE! Man-up and do your part. platefuls of everything, and seconds on desert. Drink till you float, then stand for another round, if you can still stand.
Or take a seat at the little kid’s table!
Diet? We ain’t got no diet. We don’t need no steenkin’ DIET!
…eets wah-fer theen
Shoul the title be ‘Coupe de Glace’? 🙂
Be careful there, RH, that red paint usually means that particular rifle has been marked as a drill rifle and has something wrong that makes it unsafe to fire. I’ve got two ’14’s and one ’17. One of the ’14’s was a drill rifle so I had it re-barreled and converted to 7.62X54R just for the heck of it. The other is still in the original .303 Brit. The ’17 was an older conversion to .30 W. C. F. Makes for kinda a weird group of older rifles, heh, heh.
Ah heck, just remembered; the Brits marked the ’17 Lend/Lease guns in 30-06 with the red paint to make it easier to differentiate them from their ’14’s in .303, sorry for the confusion there.