There is only one kind of food that I can honestly say I don't like. I do not like Mexican food. With the exception of fake Mexican food like nachos and taco bell. I think a large part of this is that I simply hate beans. Any kind of beans, I don't like them. When they're in chili or some other kind of dish I can deal with them. I'm not the kind of girl that picks something out of anything; with the exception of ripping the crust off of my sandwiches. I do not like black beans, I do not like re-fried beans. I can deal with the occasional fajita because I like grilled vegetables, but that's about it.
Chris' parents own a beach house in Ocean City, MD. I swear to God they only go there to eat Mexican food. Sure, they go to the beach or whatever. Bruce will go around to hit golf balls and leave his wife sitting around doing nothing, but really, I think they only go for the Mexican food. Every other weekend, if Bruce doesn't have to work Saturday, they drive down to the beach. Mind you, even though both of their houses are in Maryland, the two of them are about three hours apart because you have to go around the Bay. Anywho... Every Friday they head down to the beach and go to their favorite Mexican spot, La Hacienda, affectionately known as LaHa's.
As is every other restaurant I have ever been to with the in-laws, LaHa's is rather expensive. Most of the entrees are over $20, the nachos are probably $15, and a side of guacamole is about $7. The real kicker is the margaritas. If you order a margarita on the rocks at LaHa's it costs a whopping $8.50. But that's not all folks.
Papa B usually drinks manhattans, but he makes the exception to have margaritas at LaHa's. That being said, they don't just have one or two. I've seen each of them drink up to four of these $8.50 margaritas. This alone would be pretty ridiculous, but Bruce likes to get a little carafe of Grand Marnier on the side. He probably adds about two shots of orange liquor to each of these margaritas. I have no idea what that costs, but it's probably quite a bit.
The other thing is... if you know you're going to have upwards of 10 margaritas in one sitting. Why not order the pitcher? Wouldn't that make sense? Hmm I think not. The in-laws never order pitchers of anything, nor do they order bottles of wine even if all four of us are drinking the same kind of wine and have upwards of two glasses each. I'm not quite sure what the rationale behind any of this is, but there you have it.
So a few months ago we went over to the in-laws for dinner. What were they having? Mexican! They made chicken fajitas. Not my favorite, but okay, whatever. Also, they do not just make a bunch of everything and have a couple little fajitas each. They make at least one chicken breast per person and you are supposed to fit it into one monster fajita and eat it all at once. Also, I think why we are always having Mexican is that B&N just plain really like tequila and don't have any other outlet for it. They are far to classy to just announce that we are having margarita night for no goddamn reason and you're gonna like it.
Now I'm not going to begrudge any girl her day with tequila. But why not mix it up a little? Have margaritas with pizza, have them with veal parm, hell, just have them just because you fucking feel like having a little tequila. It really doesn't matter to me, you never need a reason. In fact, just the other day my mom drives into a massive puddle and basically totals her car. Her response? Calling my sister to ask if we have any margarita mix in the house. That's my mama. I guess it runs in the family.
We had some fajitas. No biggie, I filled mine mostly with vegetables and fed most of the blackened chicken to the dog. The next time we go over for dinner we're told to bring Cynthia along. So we arrive, and what is sitting on the table for us? MARGARITAS! In none other than the famed cactus margarita glasses.
I love those fucking things. So we have a few drinks and I start to forget that we're going to have fajitas. The next time we go over to the in-laws for dinner? It's fajita time! I mean come on. They had chicken going bad in the fridge. Obviously there is nothing else you could possibly do with chicken that might allow you to drink tequila out of cacti so we have to make fajitas out of it.
Fast forward to today. Here I sit at the kitchen table of the in-laws. We got a call from Mama N at around 10:30 a.m. We are still in bed, not dressed, it is a Saturday. Not only is it a Saturday but it is the first Saturday I have ever had after a week of working a full time job. On top of that, Chris is having a minor apocalypse at work and did not get home on Friday night until about 8:40 p.m. So I'm like oh crap, it's time to go to the in-laws and put together their new desktop computer.
Easy right? Hmm no. It is 5 p.m. and I am still sitting at said kitchen table and said computer is still not working properly. At this point N has been on the phone basically the entire afternoon trying to sell her parents' house. They've been back and forth with the grandparents, her two brothers, and the Realtor and there is still really no deal in sight. She suggests that we stay for dinner since the computer still needs a few hours and guess what they want to have for dinner? Oh yes, the infamous chicken fajitas...
Currently we are striking a compromise for Italian instead. Maybe I can get them to have some margaritas too.