spicapalooza

Dinner 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.