Saturday, August 05, 2006

Dots

Neither bindi nor benday, colored dots are littered about in my apartment. Seeing as how I don't really remember last night, I'll guess that my associates and I participated, in some form, in the Santa Barbara Fiesta.

Fiesta! Fiesta! Let's hear it for colonial imperialism!

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  1. The fiesta is back already? My, how time flies...
    I got totally wasted last fiesta and wandered around with a shot glass on a rope around my neck. Then we made quesadillas. And I seem to remember watching The Three Caballeros, but that may be mental editing on my part. You see, whenever my paternal grandmother got drunk (frequently) she would tell the kids she was "gone to Bahia." I've associated alcohol and Caballeros ever since.

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  2. It might as well have been that weekend. We drank tequila and ate Quesidillas with an alarming frequency that summer. I remember that after we took the shots, the three of us hit Albertson's for more alcohol, and I was the only one carded (you didn't count, becaus she didn't ask or even look at your card when presented with it).

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  3. Pedro, are you talking to me or Bri? And, also, what the hell are you talking about?

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  4. Oops. I was talking to Bri, and jogging her apparently faulty memeory about the events that took place after Bri, Meg, and myself got our shot glasses necklaces.

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