Home again.
It’s not like the place has missed me, although, I’ve missed it.
The cat has been caterwauling. A few plants didn’t make the natural selection cut, and otherwise, life continues on. Noticed that an old idea has been resurrected:
The Worm Bar (like the salad bar, only full of useful stuff like bait)
Nacho Libre:
Or whatever the title is, I can’t be bothered to check. It was a funny movie, to me, at least, and I have somewhat lighthearted way of seeing this one. Plus, might be the jet lag, might be the overdose of a certain type of cuisine – just to make myself feel more like I’m home.
Or, it could always be the fine dining experience at the Alamo Drafthouse. There was a special menu for the Jack Black movie, and I was guessing it should’ve included some kind of stoner food, such is the reputation. However, the first item on the Nacho Libre menu was roasted corn, which, in the movie, all just gets funnier and funnier.
In my mind, despite a few cognitive details, like a small reality check, it was a fun afternoon romp, and the exposure to the Mexican culture, yeah, seemed authentic.
Which, I might add, is why I live like a monk. Just like Jack Black’s character. Only, I do.
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