30 years

Wow! Time sure flies. We met thirty years ago and Rosalie hasn’t killed me yet; a few bruises but nothing too serious.

In celebration, six of us went to Kraken restaurant for a meal. There was: Michael and Faye, John and Ronda and us. It’s expensive there but the food and service are good.

Bruno, the owner, showed us a tomahawk steak he had. We would have ordered it but there were only six of us.

Michael is an excellent artist and painted a card for us; it was awesome and captured the moment we met.

Unfortunately, we gave Mike the wrong date, it was actually 1994

I wrote three blogs about how we met and the adventures leading up to our getting married. If you want to read them they are: The Seduction, The Wedding and The Honeymoon…and Divorce?

trump

Lower case trump the orange monster, won again. I bet he cheated! I’m sure he stole the election from the Democrats.

I think people voted for him, not because he’s a great politician, which he isn’t, but because he’s a clown. They can identify with that so that makes him one of them.

Unfortunately, he’s more like Pennywise the Clown, he lured all his voters with a nice big red balloon and the fools took it. Now he’ll do what Pennywise did and eat his victims. But first, he’ll suck as much money out of them as he can. He’s been doing it for years, and poor folks still send him money on the misguided belief that he will save them when in reality he doesn’t give a damn about them. To him, they’re just peasants fulfilling his greedy needs.

His policies will destroy the USA as well as Canada and Mexico and we’ll be lucky if we avoid a third world war.

He wants to get rid of all the illegals. Once he has rounded them up, where will he put them? They can’t all go back to Mexico as most are not from there. Stand by for concentration camps in the South.

When all the illegals are gone, which just won’t happen, watch the food prices increase as there won’t be enough people left to pick all the fruit and vegetables. Illegals work for low wages but do any legals want to work for peanuts? I doubt it.

I don’t buy into all the bible stuff but this part sure rings true:

“The Antichrist will rule for a short seven-year period. He will take his seat in the rebuilt Temple of Israel and claim to be God. He will deceive people with signs and wonders. (Balloons maybe.)

The Antichrist will be killed by Christ or the angel Gabriel and will spend eternity in the Lake of Fire. “

I only hope the last bit’s true.

Boozing

A good friend, Bill, mentioned that I was a bit flippant about alcohol consumption on my blogs. And that it is too serious a subject to be flippant about.

I gave this a lot of thought and I agree that it is a serious issue but I don’t think it necessarily applies to everyone. Alcoholism is a horrible disease but a lot of people don’t have that particular disease. They may still drink too much and make a fool of themselves but if necessary they can stop for a while. Some people don’t enjoy the buzz but enjoy the flavour, I’m one of them.

Before a medical test I was told to stop drinking for ten days or so, I did this without a problem, several times. I don’t crave alcohol, I just enjoy it and lots of people I know are like this.

Once in a while, Rosalie and I sit on the deck, get merry with a few drinks, and solve ours and the world’s problems. We have a good time, laugh, and sometimes argue but always end up giggling. We see no harm in this. 

A lot of our friends also do this and sometimes we all get together and have a good time.

My blogs are intended for fun and part of that is that light-hearted repartee from friends who also make remarks about booze. It’s a part of our culture especially here in Mexico where we are often looking to cool off with a nice cold drink.

I don’t know if my father was an alcoholic or not, but I do know that when he had too much to drink he became violent and would beat my brothers as well as my Mum. I think I was too young so managed to escape it all. Because of this, I’m very cautious about how much I drink.

A friend sent us this video and it’s very informative, about Addiction and Genetics; well worth the time to watch it.

Hopefully, it will be less of a problem in the future, as Millenials are drinking less and are more into ‘mocktails’, non-alcoholic drinks.

I know a lot of people who are recovering alcoholics so I don’t take this subject lightly; I, like my friends, do enjoy a nice responsible drink though.

Rivalry

Mike and Faye called us to meet somewhere on the beach. We eventually agreed to meet at Tito’s.

As soon as Rosalie and I walked in, I knew we were in trouble. Mike and Faye were already sitting at a table always used by the same local Norteńos. As there was nobody else in the place, we weren’t too concerned. However, soon, somebody who usually sits at that table came in, glared at us, sat at another, unfamiliar-to-them table, and the staring game began.

The looks we got

Eventually, their table filled up and we started to be outnumbered. It was interesting to see the resentment in these people. There were whispers and accompanied glares but we ignored it all and ordered another round of drinks. We were having fun other than the feeling of burning hatred coming from across the room.

Us

Tito himself came in and gave us a friendly greeting which seemed to upset them even more. One old lady was blustering so much that she almost had her false teeth drop into her neighbour’s margarita. I was cheering the teeth on but they caught on her oxygen tube just in time and slipped back into her mouth.

If it came to a punch-up Mike said he would take the lady with the oxygen tank and I would get the guy with the walker, while the girls refreshed our drinks. If war started we had time for another drink as it would take them that amount of time to cross the room.

They had probably been sitting in the same place since 1974 and resented us sitting there now. How dare we! I bet it spoiled their whole week. Next time we go we have to be early so we can grab the same table and watch them stew. I’m so mean!

We are on nodding acquaintance with some of them but I expect we won’t get that little bit of respect from them anymore. Soon the word will go around town about upstarts sitting at the wrong table and we will have to go to Barra to get a quiet drink without all the harsh looks.