Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Gayest Mexican Restaurant EVER!

MP & I did our usual Monday evening adventure. He's had to cancel future Sunday adventures because his Saturdays suck so much ass there's only Sunday to recover. Yeah, if I worked the crazyass jobs he does, I'd probably think the same thing. But I digress...

We headed for coffee at Coffee Online. (I think that's its name.) I've never been to what I would call a real internet cafe. I've been in a lot that were equipped with wi-fi so there're a bunch of laptop users, but this was my first experience with a shop full of computers all set up and ready to go. We sat and played 2 games of cards, which he beat me both times. I don't think that gin is really a skill. I think that since they're his cards, he's got them jinxed or something. (Which is of course much more logical than him having skill at gin or rummy or whatever it's called.) :) He won't play with my cards. He gives no reason, but I suspect that it's due to the fact that they are Crayola coloring cards. He has no sense of adventure. :)

We ate dinner at the 'gayest Mexican restaurant ever.' I believe its name is Galeria. I don't know exactly how to describe the restaurant, or what about it specifically is gay... but really... it was the gayest Mexican restaurant ever. Hanging from the ceiling are gauzy panels of fabric that are gathered to create a curtained effect. The chairs are more like thrones. Then of course, the owner walks up and confirms the whole ambiance. The part that makes me sad... they make the best enchiladas I've ever had. So much better than mine. So amazing. Why sad, you may wonder. Because as we were finishing, we hear a bark. Hmm... MP and I ponder. As we're walking out we see little dog. I believe it was a min-pin. (miniature Pinscher). It has a frou-frou little collar on and as we're leaving MP comments that the dog just sent the restaurant over into excessively gay land. We can no longer go there. Isn't that just like a man... introduce me to something excellent and then take it away without any warning or a chance to stock up on the good stuff. :)

After that MP decided to rent a video. I've got not too much else going on so I tag along. This video store made me want to cry. It took me a good 15 minutes to figure out the organization. In normal places, we have Dramas, Comedies, Action whatever. Here... not so much. There's a section of Dramas and a section of comedies but there seems to be no rhyme or reason or logic. I continue to study the organization while MP studies the gay films. We both have determined that the only gay films made apparently are porn. They may have titles and storylines pretending not to be porn, but they're porn. They're the equivalent of bodice rippers in the straight woman's world - except with more cock. Who knew that was possible? So I'm studying the organization of the movies when it finally dawns on me how they're organized. By star. By movie star or by director in some cases. Now, in an abstract way, I can see how this is kind of helpful. I'm sure there are plenty of people who are looking for 'that film, you know the famous one that starred... one of the Baldwin Brothers, you know not the fat one...' So with that vague descriptor, one may actually be able to find that film in this video store. (except not every star has his/her own little section. Matt Damon, for example, is not important enough to have his own little section, but Matt Dillon is...) I have no idea how they would sort for ensemble movies, like Steel Magnolias. Also in what I found to be a weird twist... They had some movies by director so over on Brian De Palma's shelf, I found Mission Impossible. But on Tom Cruise's shelf, I found MI2. Seriously, the whole place made my head want to explode.

That is if my potential stroke doesn't kill me first. I've mentioned in The Peevery how my left eyelid has been twitching for weeks. I am at the point where I want to yank it off my eye, but that might be anti-social. While sitting with MP, not doing anything, just sitting on the stool, I got suddenly light headed. It was weird. I also was smelling tacos. We (with our combined medical brilliance) determined I was obviously about to have a stroke. He took out the cell phone just in case. :) Also, for future reference, I do not like Italian Sodas with cream in them or with cherry flavor. Maybe I do like the cream because I think I had cream in the grape one I had recently. Crikey.

8 comments:

Peeved Michelle said...

A few things:
1- With a gay man, living in a gay area, and hanging out mostly with the gays, I don't understand why you would no longer go to a fabulous (gay word) Mexican restaurant just because it is so gay.
2- I don't think those are symptoms of a stroke. Maybe you need to drink more water.
3- Try a raspberry Italian soda with the cream in it.

Cindy-Lou said...

Michelle is right, if he wants to keep hanging out with you he can't take away the best enchiladas. If you have a stroke, make sure someone tells me where to send flowers.

Putnawa said...

From the obit: "In deference to Joanne's wishes, please make a donation to the Red Cross in lieu of flowers. Those bastards have to hire trainers who can control their classes."

Peeved Michelle said...

I am not doing either if she croaks. I am going to have to spend all my spare change getting a lawyer to help her sister fight her mother in court.

Putnawa said...

Please. The whole process will be over and done with by the time BatShitCrazy gets here. I'm a good, and efficient, friend. And estate executor extraordinaire!

*sigh* what a lame skill....

Joanne said...

FYI - Then one of you will be responsible for removal of potentially embarrassing things from my apartment. You know like my collection of balloon popping pornos or swing...

Stephen said...

Ahh yes, porn buddies...

Seems someone has [or should] been watching Coupling ;)

Stephen said...

RE: Gayest Mexican Restaurant Evar!
Ooooh! Where... where! I want a great enchilada - sauce, cheese, and peppers are critical :)

RE: Movie organization
So far, my favorite rental place has been Rain City Video - because they organize by Director. I don't know obscure actors/actresses, but I can usually recognize most any director. Is that odd? I don't think so.
In your example, I think they were trying to soften the shite of both Brian De Palma and Tom Cruise. Poor Brian needed something good on his shelf, so they threw him the MI bone. In the case of Tom Cruise, well seriously... if he had enough range to pull of the blank confused stare for 2+ hours in Eyes Wide Shut, then he deserves MI2 at least.

RE: Eye twitches
Do you have a severed finger in your eye? Apparently, it's all the rage in the news these days!