Thanksgiving at a French Bistro in Mexico?!

I just got back from spending thanksgiving holidays in Puerto Vallarta for a friends wedding. While everyone was flying back east to layering on they new winter coats and a few pounds of stuffing, I was doing my best to suck in some sun and turn my pasty white skin into a bronzed glow. Now, you may be wondering what does one do in Mexico on actual Thanksgiving day. Well obviously you eat turkey at a French bistro, Right? oh, yeah we did. This bistro was something else. The wait staff (all Mexican) in almost a strange homage to their French theme, were rude, slow and unaccommodating. The portions were small, expensive (yes, in Mexico!) and few and far between. The three hour marathon meal was followed by your obligatory scuffle over the check. I mean if I wasn’t practicing my spanish and smelling tamales you could have told me I was in France ! Well, lesson learned.. no matter how bad your turkey and cranberry craving is…  If you find yourself in Mexico for Thanksgiving, go with the Fajitas!

Its my first post.. yippee!

I regularly read a blog called Charming but Single which i suspect is written by fella Nolagal, although she chooses not to reveal her identity or specific location.. anywho, she wrote a hilarious post that coupled with LSU’s # 2 ranking and upcoming appearance in the BCS National Championship game has got me all nostalgic for my college football days.. As someone who grew up in Nola (yes, Metairie does count!) is an LSU alum and has since moved to the west coast where they have NO F*&$ing idea how to tailgate, Charmings post almost made me cry. How much I miss BR tailgating.. walking from RV to RV with my custom paint pen decorated 40oz cup, getting Abita Amber or Jack and coke top-offs and munching down on fried catfish and Jambalayas (love corporate sponsored tailgates).. Ah, its enough to make me bust my piggy bank and spend the $600 (can you believe flights are that much?!) to fly my southern booty down to Nola for the big game on Jan 7th. I went to the 2003 Championship game where the Tigers licked the Sooners in the Superdome, and all I can say was that I was deaf for the next 72 hours. Luckily there is an LSU bar here that gets pretty rowdy (I know I was surprised too that people actually leave the state), and I have a few Ohio fans that I am going to trick into coming just so we have some Tiger bait to snack on (Yelling into the TV only gives you so much satisfaction).. If only I could get them to server those yummy Purple, Everclear infused Tiger Bait Daiquiris….

So there it goes, my first post. Not particularly long or insightful, but not too bad. I have no idea what I will do with this blog.. Maybe keep is private as an archive of my stream of consciousness or perhaps send to the 5 people in my life I think will read this (Mom, Dad, sisters) or maybe I will just let it live in the ether and see who finds it

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