Somebody Stepped On My Hand......

I personally don't drink, but Cindy Needed Support

The Cinderoo suggested Mexican food for tonight's repast, so we strolled down about a hundred yards from our hotel to the Hacienda Degollado for dinner.

Ummm Ummm Ummmph!

It's been a frantic week, and we were ready to unwind.  Cindy, who never drinks spiritous liquors, broke with her personal tradition and began draining margaritas.  Of course, my being a gentleman and all, I could not bear to see her drink alone.

Cindy was a Bad Influence On Me

About 80 ounces later, we were ready for dinner.  Let's see---my memory is not what it used to be a few hours ago---there were tacos, chile rellenos, beans, salsa, rice, chips, and oh...did I mention margaritas?  Of course, I would not have had anything to drink that had alcohol in it, except for the fact that mi esposa was hell bent to have a blow-it-out evening.  And, of course, I have never been one to kill a good time, so I followed her lead.  In other words, it's all her fault.

The Restaurant Was Colorful and the Food Was Muy Bueno

My goodness, the food was good.  And, except for the fact that someone stepped on my hand in the hotel lobby, a wonderful time was had by all.......I think.

I Love Tacos

I wish y'all had been there.


As We Walked Back To Our Hotel From The Restaurant, The Clouds Were Beautiful