Halloween Bash at Carol and Ken's

Yeah, these two retards are Luly and me. No one else seemed to be in the Halloween spirit. Actually, it wasn't even a Halloween party. It started off as a very modest dinner for four and then blew up into a free-for-all, (maybe 28 people in all and 3 dogs.)

One party animal, next door neighbor, a little guy named Roberto, fell in lust with me, was constantly letting anyone know it who would listen to him, and eventually was escorted home due to general obnoxiousness. He was not happy, called Ken and Bob racists, and threatened to bring his gun back to the party so Ken and hubby could shoot him. I understand he made his way back, snuck in and grabbed a beer, and left for the evening. Weird shit, huh? I'm sorry I missed all that. I understand that the next morning he did not remember the events of the previous evening. I feel I little sorry for him. He seemed pretty harmless, actually.

Here we are, our standard three amigas photo. I feel I look like a linebacker. Whatever. Good time as always when we go to C&K's.

Our computer was again down since Tuesday, and we finally had it returned and fixed yesterday. Something to do with the "motherboard". I have no idea what that means. Well, that meant no work for 3 days, and we passed the time playing dominoes and watching TV. It's not like we could have hit the beach all three days. The business phone still rang, and we had to keep vigil on the Mexican phone line for news from Miguel, the computer miracle-worker.

So, I'm taking Zumba classes M-F for 4-5pm. I'm the only gringa in the class, and we number about 25. We work out in an old large garage space, NO fans and hardly any light. I hate sweating, and God knows I do there as not only do we dance these weird Mexican line dances, but we run, do lunges, leg lifts, crunches, use weights, etc. The maestra almost killed me Wednesday, as we must have done at least 60 squats. After about 30, I was toast. Everytime she would turn her back, I'd take a quick break. Well, she caught me and some of the other slackers and became a little testy. I told maestra, "Hey, listen. I'm 48 (for sure the oldest in the class), and I smoke like a beast." All she said was, "Huh". I'm pretty sure I'm not the teacher's pet, and when maestra made me count to 30 in Spanish during our leg lifts, I definately heard a few snickers from some of the village girls. I don't care. My stomach is tightening, and although I HATE going, once I'm there and into about the first 20 minutes, I'm okay with it. However, my right thigh still hurts though a few hours in the ocean earlier today helped it. What beautiful water today!

Later.