Pathetic Night

Its Rachel here again. I am going to have to blog about this one because Kerri's performance last night was piss poor.

Julie comes up from San Diego for the night to visit us. We get ready and head out to Gardens of Taxco. This place is about 4 blocks away but for some reason the cab fair is $14. Why? I have no idea. We have been getting jipped by cab drivers since we got here. When we get to the mexican restaurant we are very excited for some authentic mexican, but can barely see each other because the lighting is so dim. We order a pitcher of margaritas. Kerri is looking very sad and tired so I recommend that we order a round of tequila shots. The waiter comes over and we soon learn that they dont carry have hard liguor. Then what the hell is in these margaritas? We are appalled at this, but its too late. We have already ordered our meals from a waiter who sang us the menu since they did not have menus (another thing we were very confused about). When I say he sang the menu, I mean he sang the whole thing rolling his rrrrr's with each sentence.

We get to our second course when a small mexican man swings out from behind a red velvet curtain. He is carrying a guitar and begins serenading a table nearby. We know that he will soon make it our way. He eventually gets to us and asks us for any requests. Kerri immediately remembers her favorite movie about a young mexican star entitled La Bamba. "La-la-la-la-la-la Bamba..." We sing along with him and roll our R's the spanish way though the instrumental parts. I then request my favorite spanish tune; Feliz Navidad.

We order some more drinks and apparently are recieving a 6 course meal. We have no idea how much anything costs because there were no menus. Kerri is falling asleep at the table and barely touched her food. Corrine and I are trying to convince Kerri that she must drink her way to feel better. Julie is probably contemplating why the hell she came out to meet us when we are all so lame. Kerri is so pathetic right now that we cant even imagine dragging her to a bar after the meal because we would just be embarassed by her. So, we all come to the conclusion that we should just head on home and try to get some rest. That is really the only thing we can all agree on at this time because we are all so exhausted from LA.

One more thing. We recently learned that Corrine has several nicknames from her dad. Rin tin tin, Rinnikins, Rinnie, and fartsmeller.