Blah, blah, blah, movies, blah, blah, blah, concerts , blah, blah, blah, B-list celebrities, blah, blah, blah, drinking, blah, blah, blah, FRIED PICKLES. Yes, that's right. FRIED PICKLES. With ranch sauce. How have I lived 26 years on this earth and never enjoyed a fried pickle before??? I even vaguely remember seeing them on menus before and thinking how disgusting they sounded. How wrong I was. How very wrong I was.
Recap coming next week-ish when I get back.
Okay...just to whet your appetites...one picture from the trip.
Have you ever been driving down the road thinking, "God, a tamale would really hit the spot right now. And you know what else I could use? A little Cum Sucking Teen Vamps. I haven't seen that movie in forever."
Don't worry. There's a place that caters to your unique needs:
10 comments:
That car needs to have my children. Right now.
Nothing spells yummy quite like corn meal or teen vamps stuffed with meat!
"Tamales and Porn" a seemingly obvious combination in an unseemingly obvious Chevy Colorado.
Maybe people are right when they say everything is better in Texas.
I love one-stop shopping!
(That's better than when I lived in San Diego and a guy would hit all the office suites selling fresh, home-made tamales. Okay, so the tamales were delivered straight to the office, but you had to walk outside to actually hit the "Adult Superstore" or any of the strip joints.)
Deep fried pickles are great... porn & tamales is wrong from a truck on the side of the road!
I dunno, serenity. Truck food is pretty high-falootin' cuisine.
And porn from a truck is okay. Van? Now, THAT's seedy.
Wow, just wow. And I live here too.
Tamales and Porn Night! Also known in my household as "Friday."
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