Don't drink the water...
So today, Bill and I left work to go and do some serious shopping. We needed to pick up some very important radio equipment, and so we set off together shortly before 11:00.
We got what we needed and Bill said - "Hey! While we're out, lets go grab lunch. I heard about a new place and I am dying to try it out!" I said sure and we set off again.
We arrived and were pleasantly surprised! The ambiance was great! Very authentic, from the accessories to the vibrant colors used in the decor. The staff was friendly and professional. Our silverware gleamed, the table was spotless our water glasses were never empty - we both decided to get the 'Gringo Mexican Surprise Platter' and it arrived within minutes. The food was delicious and we ate until we couldn't eat any more. It really felt like we were in a Mexican Villa! What a great experience!
As we sat to let our food settle and wait for the waiter to arrive with our tab and some boxes for the left over food, Bill said he couldn't wait to bring his wife here. While he was telling me about the new beach toys the boys had picked out at Target last night, I felt something in my stomach cramp. Hard.
OOOh!
Meanwhile, Bill, oblivious to my anxiety and pain, kept right on talking, or did he? I was sweating, and realized that my eyes were closed. I opened them and looked at Bill, only to see that he was my mirror image! Apparently, whatever was ailing me, was ailing him too! As we sat there in agony, we tried to speak, but couldn't. I remembered my Lamaze breathing, and used it to get through the terrible gut wrenching, eyes-rolling-in-the-back-of-your-head-it-hurts-so-bad, gritting your teeth so hard they're cracking pain. Bill heard me and understood, so he did the same (he went through it twice with his wife). So, there we were, both breathing like we were in the delivery room, trying to get through the moment quickly because the waiter was on his way back to the table with our tab, and...
The Water Pitcher!
Was this place so authentic that even the water was questionable? OMG! What have we done? I had two glasses of water, but Bill had at least four... I won't tell you what happened next, but lets just suffice it to say that I had to wait with Bill while the waiter called the Ambulance. I called Bill's wife Charmen and pulled her away from the beach. At first she was LIVID to find out that we had Mexican food without her, but then upon hearing that she had to go meet us at the ER, she had to hang up and call back to get directions because she was laughing so hard she couldn't talk.
Geesh. I hope he's OK tomorrow...
I tried calling a few times, but there's no answer. Probably he's sleeping, or in the bathroom or something. I feel better now, but for a while it was pretty rough. I don't know how long Montezuma's revenge is supposed to last, but I think importing water to make the experience more 'international' just takes things too far. I am going to write a letter.
Rock on with your bad self...
H
We got what we needed and Bill said - "Hey! While we're out, lets go grab lunch. I heard about a new place and I am dying to try it out!" I said sure and we set off again.
We arrived and were pleasantly surprised! The ambiance was great! Very authentic, from the accessories to the vibrant colors used in the decor. The staff was friendly and professional. Our silverware gleamed, the table was spotless our water glasses were never empty - we both decided to get the 'Gringo Mexican Surprise Platter' and it arrived within minutes. The food was delicious and we ate until we couldn't eat any more. It really felt like we were in a Mexican Villa! What a great experience!
As we sat to let our food settle and wait for the waiter to arrive with our tab and some boxes for the left over food, Bill said he couldn't wait to bring his wife here. While he was telling me about the new beach toys the boys had picked out at Target last night, I felt something in my stomach cramp. Hard.
OOOh!
Meanwhile, Bill, oblivious to my anxiety and pain, kept right on talking, or did he? I was sweating, and realized that my eyes were closed. I opened them and looked at Bill, only to see that he was my mirror image! Apparently, whatever was ailing me, was ailing him too! As we sat there in agony, we tried to speak, but couldn't. I remembered my Lamaze breathing, and used it to get through the terrible gut wrenching, eyes-rolling-in-the-back-of-your-head-it-hurts-so-bad, gritting your teeth so hard they're cracking pain. Bill heard me and understood, so he did the same (he went through it twice with his wife). So, there we were, both breathing like we were in the delivery room, trying to get through the moment quickly because the waiter was on his way back to the table with our tab, and...
The Water Pitcher!
Was this place so authentic that even the water was questionable? OMG! What have we done? I had two glasses of water, but Bill had at least four... I won't tell you what happened next, but lets just suffice it to say that I had to wait with Bill while the waiter called the Ambulance. I called Bill's wife Charmen and pulled her away from the beach. At first she was LIVID to find out that we had Mexican food without her, but then upon hearing that she had to go meet us at the ER, she had to hang up and call back to get directions because she was laughing so hard she couldn't talk.
Geesh. I hope he's OK tomorrow...
I tried calling a few times, but there's no answer. Probably he's sleeping, or in the bathroom or something. I feel better now, but for a while it was pretty rough. I don't know how long Montezuma's revenge is supposed to last, but I think importing water to make the experience more 'international' just takes things too far. I am going to write a letter.
Rock on with your bad self...
H
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