successfully infiltrating the local mexican culture ... somewhere in ca.

mlm DRAGGED me out at nine, when she was coming back from her training. literally, she texted, called, texted, and called. so, how could i not go with her? besides, she was hungry. i was really ready for bed. i just needed to put my pijamas on. definitely a skip away from sleep.

she even called me AFTER i had left the house. just to make sure that i was coming with her.

well, there was a party. el comodin - el imitador - was there. and so where all the usuals, plus a few more people. there was no food, tho. mlm casi se muere. the owner, C, reheated some of the tamales for her - they were pretty good. some guy gave us coronas. and we were just about to head home, when I got to dance cumbias with a mexican-cumbia-dancer guy. he he. mclm sabe a que me refiero - very "rocknrolly" cumbia dancer.

let's see:
memo, who is actually called marvin, 18yo, is from san martin texmelucan.
victor, works early, painting, leaves around 10
pedro, chaparrito, from estado de mexico, twenty-some-young
judit, works at boston market, has a 2year old (she crossed the border 2 months pregnant), and lives upstairs from the restaurant
C, owner and 2 brothers (one is married with 2 kids, julio, the other works in the kitchen, forgot his name)
pancho, birthday boy, 27
hector, el comodin, el cantante
oscar, de huejua-something puebla, asked me to dance, works in the restaurant
another couple - don't remember names - they work the kitchen/restaurant on weekends
2 waitresses, forgot names. one is the niece of C, maybe ...
a few other usuals, that i forgot
and other people i've never seen before.

so, there was a lot of dancing. mlm did one long electric slide dance - i think she almost fainted with all the effort. but she was the coolest! there was a lot of cumbia, and norteña, and laughing.

at one point, hector - el comodin - "asked" one of the waitresses to do the waltz with the party boy - who looks somewhat like a narco, with all his nice clothing, and really big bling bling. HILARIOUS. mlm got up and grabbed all the girls and we made a "waltz circle" - and it all DEVOLVED from there. all the girls danced with the birthday boy, his friends - guys - danced with him, too. it was really funny.

eventually, there was cake - y mlm wanted cake ALL evening. she thought there was no cake. but it eventually came out. like at midnight. muy cenicientesco.

oh, and the owner of the restaurant, C, just can't keep our names right. despite mlm doing her best at insisting EVERY time we go there - which is almost every tuesday. "ay, Charlie. es M...!" - can you hear her? very very angry-cute mlm. tee hee. i think all the other people in the restaurant-group, the other guys, girls, everyone, know her name now. the only one that keeps messing it up is the owner.

ok. and now, i have two damn songs in my head...unrelated ... but ....
arjona's el mojado -- "porque el mojado precisa comprobar con visas que no es de neptuno ... mojado ... "

lora's piedras rodantes ...

but i'd say, we've successfully infiltrated, joined ... from occasional costumers, to weekly regulars, to familiar faces (if not names).