And things heard on buses.

Last night, we were on our way to eat fried chicken, when I overheard a group of girls talking. All I caught was them saying something about Murphy’s law. But, because the bus was noisy and I wasn’t really paying attention, I thought they said Murphy Slaw. This made me giggle. I was so amused that I took out my little notebook and wrote it down. Sometimes you just find gems and you have no choice but to keep them.

Q: What’s the side dish that always turns out wrong?

A: Murphy Slaw

Actually, after a bit of brainstorming with Dave about it, I’ve decided to call that chipotle kimchi business, that I made for Grismas, Murphy Slaw. It’s so wrong, it’s right. What do you think?

And despite everyone’s urging me to find a reefer-maddened snow bunny to seduce, all I’ve found in the way of cute girls are either married and /or babied with the Ubermensch. I wanted to use an umlaut there, but can’t figure out how. So it goes.

Yeah, there are so many terrifyingly adorable little blond haired, blue-eyed children here it gives me the itches. And I’m sorta kinda German.

And as for the snow angel, sadly, the snow here is packed pretty tightly. I’d like to see you guys give it a try. It’d be more like a concussed concrete angel. The weather here has been awesome this weekend, but sadly, no fresh powder.

Also, Dave sent me this. Apparently, you can go to Gizoogle and search for anything and it ghettofies it.

Today is my last day here. One more day to eat food that people actually put some care into making. Granted, the burritos at Teocalli Tamale are no burritos from El Super Taco, they are still friggin’ amazing. And those tacos? Jeezus. I’d slap a hobbit’s dick off, yo, for another one of those fish tacos.

All right, I’ve got to go pack my gear up. That way I can go to town for another round of exploring. And possibly some more tacos before hitting the air.

Expect the Daily Photos update later this evening.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC