I really wanted to go to Casa Bonita when I went home. I have a fond memory from high school of going with my friends. It was huge and fun and the sopapillas were delectable. So I dragged Papa and my Sister's family along for the ride.
I am sad to report it was not what I remembered. It was dirty, crowded, smelled slightly off, and the sopapillas were greasy. I was duly warned by both of my sisters and possibly Mom and Dad too. By the end of the evening I was hot and cranky and just wanted to leave. I tried not to be mean because of the kids, but I'm pretty sure I didn't succeed. It didn't help when one of my children (yes it was W) disappeared. We found him and decided to take him home after much deliberation, instead of letting him live in the restaurant and survive off of scraps.
Even the cliff divers were a disappointment. They spent more time discussing what, how, and when to dive, than actually diving. After the "diving", I got in the car, agreed with (lied to) the kids about how fun it was, and drove home from the less than savory neighborhood. Glad that's over. Now here's G's opinion of the night:
P.S. Sorry about the griping. :)
1 comment:
don't be sorry. that's being real. G is a keeper. glad W was found. the place may have changed or, maybe your perception.
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