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back from lunch and old fart whiner is outta heah and has left me at peace with my thoughts and your fine selves who have given me the honor of reading this. i am so honored that i would like to make you an honorary member of the garfield fan club, for about 85 seconds.

fahrfegnuggen i'm beat. weird i was so tired last nite but didn't end up sleeping till about 11 cuz just up and then right when you lay down to bed, five minutes later your cold symptoms that left you alone all day are back to laugh at you even though you're in tropical climate you're still cold in the am hours the coldest ones, hunting for the sweat pants you thought long abandoned with the mainland weather.

but it is a tad cold here. weird. boss said it's been like that all week. and they had crazy winds here, but not nearly as bad as what la had. dad picked me up at burbank airport tuesday, hooked me up with the trip to in-n-out, and then took me the scenic route to see the leftover carnage from what he said were the strongest santa ana's he's ever seen, and he's lived there his whole life. Apparently it was nothing compared to the day before, where a lot of people probably couldn't drive for a while, i mean huge trees knocked over, in the street, taking shit out and blowing apart every plant form in the tom brady old skool sector.

when mrs. p and i went to san miguel de allende, her sister warned us first to make sure the hotel we check into has hot water, because when she went they didn't have, but all the desk clerks lauged and said "claro" when we inquired on the calienteness of the agua. it was muy bien and shabalabba.

san miguel is the shiznat, lots of americans and europeans as it's kind of like a artists colony, an oldskool institute collegiate happenin in theah. plus this phat gothic catholic church fronting the square. the thing you should know about mexico is that all the towns and neighborhoods, their main square, or centro, is fronted by a huge catholic church. they're all different, dedicated to a particular saint, or with a certain tradition, but they are definitely the centerpieces of the neighborhood. spain got it's ass kicked out of mexico but the missionaries did a bang-up job, cuz i'll tell you EVERYONE is catholic in mex. san miguel de allende is notable in that it actually has an episcopal church, to accomodate the european/american population. one interesting thing we saw in el jardin (the garden) the centro of san miguel, was three white guys performing a scene from romeo & juliet in the middle of the square. we walked by them and i was like, what the fuck, are these guys beefing, cuz it was like a scene with some dudes fighting and getting pissed off. probably like a capulet whatzitsat vibe on the spectrum. anyway, we went and sat down grinding some - what was it we were eating? oh we weren't eating, we were just tired. it's a mile high over sea level, so hiking around the cobblestone streets kicks yo ass a wee bit.

the other little town we went to on our sidetrip is dolores hidalgo. up in the mountains between san miguel and guanajuato, it's homemade ice cream central as well as the place where the movement for mexican independence and the eventual booting the fuck out of the spaniards who were raping the area with their mines to fund napoleon's huge war. there's an inependence museum, which used to be the jail where the priest for whom the town is named walked up and released some inmates that got the whole shit started. i couldn't really figure out how this priest just stormed the prison, but he did and these guys were critical players in the battle ahead. and the priest made some famous speech about long live the new king of spain but down with bad government, because it was the local reps for spain, not the crown, really fucking people over. well the king was fucking them over too, but whatever. mexico fukn said you know what spain, you little bitch, get the phuk out of our country, and take your panty waist monocle wearin kato kaelin wannabe asses out of my range.