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Enchilada Rojas con Pathos [Sep. 13th, 2003|06:45 pm]
Tkil
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[music |Cat Power [on random]]

Yummy food, with a side of unsettling thoughts. “Self-deprecation: not just for breakfast anymore!”

There's a great restaurant here in Ocean Beach (a part of San Diego, California, USA): Ranchos Foods (see also here); very good, inexpensive Mexican food (not enough Green Chile, but oh well), lots of vegetarian and vegan options. They have other locations in North Park and Point Loma, but since the O.B. location is within stumbling distance of my apartment, it's the one I usually go to. I'm so fond of it that I usually end up eating there both days on weekends. Fabulous stuff; the service can be a little strange, but if you're not shy about asking for refills and can tolerate a little mañana</a> attitude, it's very well worth it.

Anyway, I got my usual late start — sleeping in until 13:00, then loafing about for another few hours, catching up on the last year's worth of Diesel Sweeties, harassing friends on IRC, the usual — then set off for my ritual weekend Ranchos run at about 17:00. I took a seat in the (surprisingly non-crowded) patio area, and that's when the fun began.

There was one other table occupied out there, with three girls and one guy: the girls varied from cute to very cute, and the guy had the kind of looks that reminds me just how out of shape I am. It was interesting to overhear bits of their conversation, watching the guy trying to get out of a date with the least-cute girl, things like that.

They were also talking about some of their acquaintances who were getting married, which made me ponder the distinct lack of long-term relationships in my life. The fact that the group at the other table were, on average, probably 10-12 years younger than me, just made it worse.

They left while I was eating, after chatting with the cute waitress for a while.

As I was finishing up, a group of four girls took a table on the patio. They were all really cute, and dressed and moved like they knew it. Again, I could occasionally overhear parts of their conversation.

It seems that one of them had gotten really drunk the night before, calling one of the others, leaving cell phone messages (that she didn't remember sending), and so on. She ended up at some random guy's house.

Which is as far as the story went (at least as far as I heard, anyway). But it gave me more things to think about; it reminded me of the image I have of the fun-filled, care-free party-animal existance that seemed attractive in some ways back in college, and even now sounds a bit tempting. I never joined in then, and I'm too old to do it now, but I still wonder if I should have been more outgoing when I was younger. (Actually, I don't wonder; I'm convinced that I should have taken more risks then and now, yet I still refuse to.)

I have another acquaintance who shared a few stories of getting drunk at bars, then getting rides home from guys she'd never met before. She never got burned by this, which should probably increment my very small faith in the human race as a whole. Between having bad thoughts (along the lines of “If she were drunk to insensibility, and she trusted me, what would I be tempted to do?”), trying not to say anything about her taking (what I saw as) stupid risks, and being jealous that it wasn't me that she was taking those risks with / wishing it had happened to me...

And on the walk home, I went past an apartment complex that is notorious for blaring loud music. They were doing so this evening, but I was pleasantly surprised to recognize the song as Modest Mouse's “Polar Opposites”. Not a bad way to end the walk home, really.

(Well, I did offer to help some neighbors with their car, but it turns out they were only doing a little maintenance on it. Oh well.)

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[User Picture]From: rockit_grl
2003-09-15 02:02 pm (UTC)

good times

oh yes. This sounds so familar. I too go to a mexican resturant here in florida. I went on mariache night which is thursdays. I got a huge piture of maragarita that could fill an army. The food is awesome and cheap there as well and I often listen in to other peoples conversations. It's always interesting.

You're never too old to _________. I try to stay at a constant rate so while my mind may grow I still consider myself to be about 21. okay who am I kidding I'm going to be 21 for the rest of my life. It's just a fact I have to deal with.

people fasinate me, the quirkier the better, as do cute girls in sexy clothing.
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[User Picture]From: tkil
2003-09-15 07:02 pm (UTC)

Re: good times

Yes, huge pitchers of margaritas, and lots of people watching. Not sure I could stand a whole evening of Mariache music, though.

You're never too old to _________.

Hm. I understand the sentiment behind this statement, but it doesn't seem to have much force behind it for me. I'm not horribly old, but my body is already starting to fail me: my knees are going out, and what little resilience I had is long gone.

Granted, I'm not taking horribly good care of this body, either; too much drinking, not enough exercising. The irony is that I do most of that drinking to numb out my realization of how decrepit I am.

people fasinate me, the quirkier the better, as do cute girls in sexy clothing

Ha. Well, age of consent laws do provide at least one counter-example to your “never too old to [legally] do ______” line above. [And if cute girls in sexy clothes fascinate you, your userpic would indicate that you have a good time when you look in the mirror *grin*]

Went there again yesterday (Sunday, 2003-09-14) and there was yet another passel of cute women wandering about. *sigh*.

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