...From the home of some older neighbors.

Very nice people...Lovely people.

So I was walking my Lola and this neighbor saw me and invited me for lunch.

I said yes of course although not my thing...Lunch was at 1:30pm...I made some Chile Torados and onion, bell pepper, potatoes fried in garlic and black pepper.

I get there, old man brings out some beer, I have some and go back quickly and get my whiskey...We toast to good luck etc.

Then I wait...So I drink some more.

Now shot glasses in Mexico are not US 1.5 ounce...They are 2.25 ounces.

So doing 5 shots in Mexico means you're rocking and a rolling...Reason was both old folks wanted to give me their life story about kids, grandkids, when they met etc.

Now Noodles is a sweet guy...SOMETIMES...But I honestly don't care or ask ANYONE about that shit because I don't care.

Not just them, but ANYONE in general...It's things that don't interest me...It's filler conversation...No dissrespect to them.

So I wait and wait now it's like 2:45pm...Been drinking and listening politely.

Where's the food?

If Noodles invites you for lunch at 1:30pm it means as soon as you get there I'm cooking so it's hot and ready.

Then they tell me it's just to relax and that we'll be starting the meal at about 4pm when their kids come by.

Nigger please.

You said lunch at 1:30pm...I am not 85 years old.

So I made an excuse, stayed another 20 minutes and did a Marine Crawl out of there.

Lovely people but I'm not doing anymore lunches or dinners anywhere if that's the custom here...I felt like a caged tiger.