Anyway, Zack got the brilliant idea to go and celebrate Cinquo de Mayo in TJ!!! We drove down to San Diego Friday night and hung out in PB. We met these awesome girls, but it’s too bad we’re both off the market lol!
Tiff and Karen joined us on Saturday afternoon as we sat by the pool at the hotel. Karen decided to drive separately from Tiff (She was probably scared for her life! Tiff’s kind of a wild gal, even when she’s driving! Lol!) so she arrived just before we headed South Of The Border!
TJ isn’t the greatest area, but I LOVE it. It’s got so much character. It reminds me of what I think America was probably like when it was poor, like during the depression. Karkar had never been there, so we had to kind of talk her off the ledge. She refused to eat any of the food there, but once we got a few shots of tequila down her throat, she pretty much shut up about it.
Tiff was just as out of control as always, and if I could remember half of what she did, it’d be a miracle. I’m pretty sure she didn’t have to pay for any of her drinks all night, though!
We came back to the hotel totally loaded and loud, and we got yelled at . .but we had a blast anyway. Tiff flashed the dude and he left us alone. She wanted to go skinny dipping, but Karen was convinced us that the cops were gonna come, so she killed our buzz.
Sunday was hard to wake up, Karen drove me home, and Zack & Tiff stayed down an extra night. We went out to El Compadre for dinner and flaming margaritas (well, SHE went for dinner and I went for the margarita!) Drinking on a hangover: Nasty.
And now it’s back to the grind with Beth, who Tiff calls “Queen Elizabeth the Whorth” (rhymes with 4th). Today, she’s complaining about how she feels fat. Meanwhile, she tells me she ate her weight in Mexican food this weekend and wonders why she can’t even squeeze her swollen feet into her shoes anymore.
Oh well, back to work. Lunch at my desk: What a great way to dine!
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