spicapalooza
Sep. 28th, 2003 12:15 amDinner at my parents' tonight. There were about 20 spics of various flavors there: Beaners, Dominicans, PanFlute-Playing Mountain Spics, 'Ricans, you name it. The voices were loud. The food was to die for. The rum flowed. There were chicken flautas and pork and rice-and-beans and flan and mystery foods and cake and more. Dad busted out a bottle of the best damn rum you can get from Puerto Rico. Even with that stuff flowing through our veins,
sadira and I decided to made tracks as soon as the Spanish guitars and tone-deaf voices sprang up. The woman tolerated the night pretty well.
There was a tasty fruit tart, too, Sadira says.
And there was this fucked-up rattling instrument made from strung-together dried goat hooves. It was grotesque and fascinating.
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Date: 2003-09-28 06:17 am (UTC)Oh, Harlequin! Why do you hide your face?
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Date: 2003-09-28 09:27 am (UTC)And what would that be, hermano?
Dude, believe it or not I miss that kind of party. A lot.
El sancocho prieto...
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