Monday, September 04, 2006
Another Great Quote
We attended a party here Sunday night and after a fair number of margaritas overhead our hostess talking with friends:
"My kids tell me that I embarrass them all the time. [PAUSE] Well, fuck 'em!"
San Miguel seems to attract an unusually bold and interesting type of person. The party was a good example. We met: Francisco, an importer of Uruguayan wines [Who knew?]; Carl, a retired beer distributor from the States who now makes exotic ice creams; the Four Finger Baker [Don't ask], who brought hot loaves of jalapeno-cheese bread; Paul & Wendy, from Seattle, who run a local marketing firm; another Mike, the owner of the house, a retired honcho in the Canadian Navy; our host, yet another Mike [Wonder why I like this place?], who chain smokes cigars and serves the most succulent Texas barbeque brisket Karen and I have ever tasted; Chris, a banker turned photographer who's housesitting a castle for some wealthy guys from Chicago, one of whom is named Guido [Draw your own conclusions]; Mike & Fran, here almost a year after chucking corporate jobs in Cleveland [Former financial guy Mike is currently into doing Monday Night Football and mescal with Chris]; Chris's Mexican-born best friend Alex, a successful programmer, and his wife Tanya, a yoga instructor; Eduardo, a long-haired classic ex-hippie who sells ice cream off a horse drawn cart; a Scottish couple who mostly live in Florida, but are contemplating a move back to The Highlands; a young artist couple swathed in stylish layers of black; and I swear, a wonderful middle-aged Mexican guy (there with his wife and three kids) who was introduced to us a Shaman who raises fighting cocks in the country. The highlight of the evening: a lovely guitar-strumming woman serenading the group with Mexican folks songs. As she sang about the passion of lovers who have been together for many years, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Yeah, it could've been the mescal Chris shared with me, but this was an evening I'll never forget. Oh yeah, did I mention the brilliant clouds-on-fire sunset?
"My kids tell me that I embarrass them all the time. [PAUSE] Well, fuck 'em!"
San Miguel seems to attract an unusually bold and interesting type of person. The party was a good example. We met: Francisco, an importer of Uruguayan wines [Who knew?]; Carl, a retired beer distributor from the States who now makes exotic ice creams; the Four Finger Baker [Don't ask], who brought hot loaves of jalapeno-cheese bread; Paul & Wendy, from Seattle, who run a local marketing firm; another Mike, the owner of the house, a retired honcho in the Canadian Navy; our host, yet another Mike [Wonder why I like this place?], who chain smokes cigars and serves the most succulent Texas barbeque brisket Karen and I have ever tasted; Chris, a banker turned photographer who's housesitting a castle for some wealthy guys from Chicago, one of whom is named Guido [Draw your own conclusions]; Mike & Fran, here almost a year after chucking corporate jobs in Cleveland [Former financial guy Mike is currently into doing Monday Night Football and mescal with Chris]; Chris's Mexican-born best friend Alex, a successful programmer, and his wife Tanya, a yoga instructor; Eduardo, a long-haired classic ex-hippie who sells ice cream off a horse drawn cart; a Scottish couple who mostly live in Florida, but are contemplating a move back to The Highlands; a young artist couple swathed in stylish layers of black; and I swear, a wonderful middle-aged Mexican guy (there with his wife and three kids) who was introduced to us a Shaman who raises fighting cocks in the country. The highlight of the evening: a lovely guitar-strumming woman serenading the group with Mexican folks songs. As she sang about the passion of lovers who have been together for many years, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Yeah, it could've been the mescal Chris shared with me, but this was an evening I'll never forget. Oh yeah, did I mention the brilliant clouds-on-fire sunset?
# posted by goots @ 8:24 PM 
