cheese blintz

one completely dazed jet lagged and sleepy sleepy girl clutching teddy, dakota salvador allende, sal to the rest of us stepped out of the arrivals gate into a bright light of i dont know whats next to be greeted with screams and squeezes and hugs...

while a few of the greeters were seemingly slightly drunk all were tired and slightly dazed and perhaps a little delusional which explains to a certain degree what happened next...

it being around 2am and therefore the burrito option not much of one it was generally decided breakfast would be good instead. we all headed to ihops cause whats more american than that? iternational even! international house of pancakes!!

i had presents for the kids and we were all excited to check that out and all kinda giddy really so we took a long time ordering...we got some motza sticks (motza sticks!!! basically battered and fried cheese but man that bings me back) and finally all settled on orders...i hesitated between pancakes and cheese blintz while v searched for protien (at ihop you ask? protien?)

when the food came we all found ourselves in the throes of the realization that you really cant order anything other than pancakes at ihop. how had we forgotten? presents and delirium, i for one looked up all excited every time someone walked in the room, literally thrilled by the diverse assortment of sanfranciscans dining at ihop at two am...plus i was checking out their clothes trying to figure out what this pin striped shorts thing was about and just amazed with the variety of types of faces and bodies and hair, basically not everyone was chilean for the first time in a long time and i felt each time this jolt of recognition thinking do i know that guy? his girl? and then realizing that i knew this combination of diverse people because this is what my city looks like...

so v had the worst fish shed ever tasted in her life, cheets a strange rubbery egg on english muffin concoction that was certainly not eggs benny j and kermel were ok but i couldnt even deal with the sticky sweet cheese filled crepy whatever on my plate...

there was too much cheese in my blintzes.

finally we gave up and split all the fries and cheese sticks between us and then paid and left. i was going home with victoria while kermit would be throwing a big homecoming bbq the next day.

so vic and i went back to her place where i expected to collapse with exaustion but found ourselves talking until the sun was well up and then i hit a wall and had to shower and sleep and that was probably the nicest shower and the softest coziest made up squishy comfy sofa ever so sal and i snuggled down into the big down comforter j had dropped off at vs for me and fell happily asleep...

the next day we woke late and starved and v asked exactly where do you wanna go for a burrito and should we stop for coffee? sure i said ok...well we stopped at a starbucks..(thats right the cold war is over they give health care including dental to even part time employees and thats more than the non profs i work for can say: those bitches never even offered my broke ass health care).. where the nice people said to me here try this banana caramel frappalattawhteva and i did cause it was in these itty bitty sample cups and i was like jesus mary and joseph thats the best thing i ever had..

then i looked over at the display case and there were all these cookies and muffins and the lights so bright and the place so big and clean and i started to feel headswimmy overwhelmed and v was like what do you want and i said cold coffee would be good...so they gave me an iced coffee and i put cream in it and that was the best shit i had tasted ever

until we got our asses into cancun in the mish and again i was tongue tied and overwhelmed as beautiful hip young people of all colors melded into latino crowds in the streets and taquerias with bright red and yellow and gold and murals on the walls and big containers of horchata and people would bump into me going for the water and i would say perdon or permiso cause things were still coming out in spanish...

then i ordered my big veggie burrito with green salsa and sat down with v to eat and that shit was the best thing i had tasted in well over a year, but somehow i couldnt really eat much of it so i went to ask for a bag and tripped over my tongue wanting to say tiene una bolsa but not wanting to come off like a dumb gringo who knows enough spanish to order a burrito so instead slowly and deliberately saying do you have a bbb bag... v laughed at me when we got out and said it looked like i was having a difficult time and i said yeah..po..

then i had to tinkle so i went back in and used the bathroom and this time all the boys in back started whistling cause i had worn this short skirt thinking it was summer outside and i said ya pues corta la huea and then i dashed out giggling...

then we went back to vs to shower and change and headed for the bbq but thats another story cause right now i gotta pee yet again...