Friday, November 18, 2005
Me Duele La Estomago
Never order food in excess of your body weight.
Yesterday was my little (well, younger anyway) sister's birthday. We went to her favorite Mexican restaurant, "Pancho Villa's." They have LOUD mariachi musicians from 7-8pm, which is part of what she likes about the place.
After more than 2 hours in the car, Brad and I were extremely hungry and had our appetites ready! Since my parents had arrived first with the guest of honor, Dad ordered an appetizer of quesadillas, so Brad and I were able to start chowing down not long after sitting down. Mmmmmmm. I ordered pollo a la plancha for my meal, (mostly because it came with guacamole) and we had some deep fried ice cream in a crispy cinnamon tostada for dessert. By the time we were ready to get back into the car to drive home I felt very overly stuffed.
My stomachache only got worse as we headed for San Diego. With only 4 miles left to go, I thought for sure I was going to refry my beans right then and there. As we pulled off the freeway we got stuck at a red light. Oh the agony! The next light was yellow, and I blasted through that one. Then another red light by our apartment. Upon pulling into our parking spot, I lept out of the car and did the fastest Mexican two-step anyone's ever seen.
It's now been twelve hours and I'm still uncomfortable. I think it will be quite awhile before I'm ready for more rice and beans. Right now a salad sounds good. And some water. And a pack of tums.