My mother told me that if I have nothing nice to say, than I shouldn’t say anything at all, so this one is going to be short.
(Wait a minute, that doesn’t sound like something she’d say. I’ll keep it short anyways.) Over by Westlake they are having a tamal festival this weekend. I like tamales, but this “festival” is a bit dull so I skipped out quite fast, because my mom once told me the famous Mexican dicho: “Life’s Short. Play Hard.” Meaning, time’s a wasting, get to the fun stuff. I’ll show you some pics and you decide if you want to go tomorrow.
There was a line at the first tamal stand, so I skipped it, I’ll grab one at a shorter line.
Oh look, I can kill some time learning about paper towel technology. Fascinating stuff.
Hmm, another line. Don’t worry lady, I ain’t cutting.
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Crowding around the “Gourmet Tamales.” Man, that just sounds wrong.
Fake ass churros under a heat lamp. People, please stop eating these abominations, you’re only encouraging them! If it’s not a little bit curly, then it’s not a churro.
More lines to sample the tamales.
Talking up the glamour shots.
“The Power of Beauty.” If you say so, but to me you just look sickly. Where are the taggers when you need them?
I got a great deal on my princess costume. A bit tight, but still very lovely.
People that bring their pets to public events just creep me out, it just reeks of the desperate need for attention. This guy brought an iguana, though it’s usually people and their dogs.
But how much sadder must it be to waste your weekend shilling for a politician? Ultimate Sadness.
WTF?!? Still lines for the tamales? Screw that, I don’t have time to be wasting to get something I can easily get from the lady at the Big Saver or one of the random ambulantes that go by my place. So the sad truth is that I never got to taste one.
Some people were much more patient than I was.
Oh, what could be more festive than a Christian booth for bibles and uplifting music? Now you know I’m out of here!