Dissipation at high noon

Now that Lent is over and we have unburied the Alleluia, as we say, I can once again indulge in more than just bread and water. Ahem. Thus it came to pass that lunch today was courtesy of Open Grove Claudia. We went to a Tex-Mex place called "Rio Grande Mexican Restaurant," where I had the flautas de pollo with sides of rice and black beans. Very good. For desert, I had the flan. It was denser than usual, but very good, as well. Best of all, however, were the margaritas. Well, margarita (as in one) for me. Claudia had like five of them, but then she had to drive so she needed the extra courage.

During the two-hour lunch, our topics of conversation covered, among other things, politics, religion, bee-keeping, American versus European culture, friendship, life and her relationship with Mark McGuire* (this latter topic surfaced sometime around her fourth margarita, I think, so its credibility was slightly impaired).

A good time was had by all.


* Mark McGuire?
Yes, your majesty. A well-known player of the quaint sport the colonials call "baseball", an inferior form of our own cricket. One might say that he is to baseball what David Beckham is to football.
Oh, I see. Carry on then.