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Seems our Tahitimas celebrations always take a turn for the Mexican. Perhaps we should call it Tijuanamas. But Tahitimas it is, and who says we can’t celebrate Tahitimas Mexican-style.
I had a great time with R the P, Mojo, and A the Girl (for the short time that I got to see her). Well… except for the part where we got stuck in traffic. None of us enjoyed that. We used to say that we could laugh and have a good time in any situation. We now know that isn’t true, but I don’t think anyone could have a good time stuck in traffic on the ugliest highway in the US.
But the rest of the day was fun; the margaritas flowed and the laughter welled up in our bosoms. And we drove all the way to Atlanta to use a port-a-pottie behind a gay bar. Then came R the P’s confession. “I once had sex in that port-a-pottie! I was wondering why it looked familiar.”
It seems like bad music is becoming a tradition of Tahitimas. We were assailed by bad music most of the day, first at a Mexican restaurant in Roswell, then at the movie theatre, then at a Kroger. Then as we were driving home Mojo kept singing ‘Don’t cry for me Argentina’. I’m glad we have Bas to improve the musical quality of Tahitimas with his new Tahitimas EP, which can be found on his MySpace page.
My cats were angry with me when I got home, for leaving them with my mother all day. They’ll get over it.
Today my mother talked about how A the Girl has grown, and “who’s that guy with Richard.”
“That’s Mojo”
“Well what is he?”
“He’s R the P’s partner”
“No! I mean is he American?”
Thank you, guys, for the fun Tahitimas. See you next year!
Tahitimas traditions:
Margaritas
Portapotties
Mexican food
Large beasts
Dizzying heights
Bad music (kinda like christmas)
Good music (thanks to Bas)
Road trips (stuck in traffic)
Laughter
Don’t cry for me Argentina
Buy me a beer!
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Ha! First Tahitimas was a succes then! Great to hear you had fun there! And traffic jams are a great Tahitmas ritual to test friendships.
And talking about Mexicans, Roswell… How about Roswell New Mexico? Nah, that’s more for a study trip, Acapulco sounds more like fun!
We had a fantastic time as well! I especially liked wandering in on a post apocalyptic Mexican restaurant in Roswell (not the good one, Bas) that could only serve tacos and quesadillas without power. How did they cook those quesadillas? Best not to ask.
Once the power came back on we also discovered we liked post apocalyptic better. It was really bad music.
Glad to see my portapotty story is out there for the world too!
We did have a fantastic time, traffic jams excluded. Can’t wait for future ones!
Yes the post-apocalyptic restaurant was great. If only it had stayed post-apocalyptic. And yeah, I can’t resist a good portapotty story.
Of course other tahitimas traditions include the pecan log (as opposed to the Yule log) and the stomach flu. Well… hopefully the stomach flu will not become a yearly thing.
I’m happy to report that thus far, I have avoided said stomach flu. I have developed a bit of a cough, however. I do hope A the Girl is feeling better.
Oh, and I ate the pecan log today, mainly because we ran out of pecan pie, and I needed a pecan fix.
And Bas, Mojo and I actually discussed Roswell NM during lunch. I think its a place we’d enjoy visiting. However, R the P might not have so much fun there. He thinks aliens are a buncha hooey.
It’s all a buncha hooey! But a fun bunch. Good to make interesting stories out of. Why else would I love Doctor Who or go see the movie Eragon?
A the Girl is better. She has that amazing constitution that immediately cures her of any ailment. Sort of like Che’s ability to cheat death at every turn. Case in point her cavalier attitude towards eating pecan logs.
And I’d believe in aliens a whole lot faster than I’d believe in spirits. Now that is a buncha hooey!
Ha, ha.. The genus Homo Sapiens need to believe to keep sane Richard!
Just read about a study that concluded that 90% of the US population believe in spirits in one form or the other. And 60% believe the Sun was spinning around the Earth. It sadly did not mention believing in aliens. But what is alien anyhow..
Just a matter of time before you’d find the spirit of George Washington on your ballot paper.. Or Dr. Who..
Hey, but how about all those spirit sightings in Acapulco? They are worth investigating? Hey, we can invent our own hooey can’t we? Or at least.. Is that OK with you Che? You own Tahitimas!
I at least believe i’ve successfully fixed my damn laptop. I’m writing this on it. Fingers crossed! (Dnst tpye taht wlel htouhg)
Oddly enough I don’t believe in aliens, at least not in the traditional, outer-space, flying-saucer riding sense. I lean toward the theory that such things are terrestrial in origin.
As far as spirits are concerned, it is no longer a matter of belief with me. I’ve seen’em, I know they’re there. However, how I define them tends to change according to what belief I am embracing at this point in my life. And if changing beliefs sounds strange to any of you, then just remember that belief can either be a crutch, which becomes a controlling factor in one’s life, or it can be a tool of empowerment, which one controls and uses to benefit oneself magickally. I prefer the latter.
See chaos magick 101 for further details.
I don’t believe in aliens visiting us. I just believe that we aren’t alone.