What do you get when you mix your ex with new girlfriends, fire, tequila, pittbulls and chicharrons? Good food, good laughs and a few big feelings. But in the end a really good time.
I'm happy to see my ex and I are through to the other side. We had a bad break up. There were some very unhelpful people involved. But despite the odds we made it. Because we are family. I'm glad we had this special day together. We are not Mexican. We hardly speak any Spanish. But what the hell? We are not Irish either. And that never stopped us in March.
I'm just glad we are in the burbs. Because today was also free knife set at the Tropicana. So what do you get when you mix gamblers with tequila, rain and a Emeril Lagasse, rainbow knife set? I don't want to know Esse.