Tom, Baikie, and I went for Mexican food at Tequira Mexico #1, which has some of the best Mexican food in KC. The restaurant has the lingering smell of cleaning antispetic, but the chicken enchiladas and frozen peach margaritas are orgasmic. Our friend Niall (our very own Irishman), discovered the place. It has what appears to be a giant Gumby wearing a sombrero on the front of the restaurant, although Niall pointed out to me that it is probably a jalopeno wearing a sombrero. I was slightly disappointed, but it makes sense since Pokey was nowhere in sight.
We rented Napoleon Dynomite after that, since we were all trying to recover from our drinking binge on Friday night--a crazy night full of bar hopping, sake, birthday cake shots, and dancing to techno music. I'm not sure what was the best part of Friday night: Baikie's drunken dancing or talking to his friend, Laura. I have never talked to a sober Laure. She's always drunk, but incredibly funny and has an awesome voice, a raspy Demi Moore-like voice. I could listen to her talk forever. Anyway, Napoleon Dynomite rocked. Gosh. It made me think of Dujka, since she's been talking about that movie for a while now. It made me miss her. I've been trying to get a hold of her forever, but that four-hour time difference is a killer. Come to think of it, I've just been really crappy about getting in touch with people. I have a couple dozen phone calls and e-mails that I owe people. So, if I owe you one, sorry. I'm trying to wait until I'm in a good mood, and there's only a small window of opportunity for me on that. :-)
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no, i took you to senor tequila's, where it was later discovered that the wait staff was having sex with underage girls in the bathrooms during business hours...
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