Mariachis!

[elspethdixon]

Ah, the pleasures of being at home (which mainly consist of being able to play with the dog, but nevermind).

Last night my parents and I went out to the Mexican place (so-called because it is the only Mexican restaurant in the county) for dinner, and encountered a live mariachi band. I was sitting their, eating, and suddenly I heard "Canzon del Mariachi" and I'm like, "Hey! It's El!" Actually, none of them were quite as good looking as El, but one of them had a giant, pregnant guitar like Fideo's (as per what appears to be tradition, he was the shortest one). And they had jingly pants, too. They were taking requests, so my parents asked for some Spanish song from the seventies, the title of which I can't recall.

Sadly, I didn't have fifty pesos. Or anyone with me who would have gotten that reference.

Now I'm for the airport and Colorado, to see my sister for the first time since this summer.

Comments

[hippediva.livejournal.com]

*G* If you ever get out to LA, I have to take you to the Sagebrush Cantina for Sunday brunch....mariachis serenading bikers. It's hilarious! But way cool to hear the Cancion del Mariachi....even if it wasn't His El-ness. The big guitar is a bass. Gah! I love ranchera and trad. mariachi music. Sonny thinks I'm weird.

[lostcatholic.livejournal.com]

Mom feels the need to show me the picture of the chapel at the airforce academy. *grins*
I've also gotten her to admit she likes you. (Ha! Score for me!)

The best part of my being home is sleeping with the cats. So... it's not that bad. We all love home for weird reasons, like Dad burning the cold frame the day I got back. Mmmm, burny fire...