This summer has been a series of benders for my friends and me. Not in the bad sense of course. No, in the epic sense. One of my favorite night’s this summer was my mom’s birthday party. How many people can say that? Probably not many. So, my grandmother threw a Mexican fiesta in her cantina (Spanish for bar). Because we live in Southern California and have easy access to Mexico, the whole bar is furnished and decorated in authentic Mexican style…and it’s awesome.
Back to the party. I brought one of my best friend’s, Bridget, to the party because she is basically amazing and isn’t one of those weird kids who can’t speak, let alone, look at an adult in the eye. She is a great dinner partner, drinking partner, basically anything partner.
Already hungover from the night before (4th of July), Bridg, Alessandra (my sister), and I weren’t feeling too great, so naturally we needed some margaritas ASAP. Only after we downed the first and ate basically a whole serving of chips and salsa were we prepared to mingle. The ambiance was so perfect for the occasion–it was dark, a little humid, and Mexican mariachis made the small party of 20 seem like a party of 60. Who needs 60 when you have a solid group of 20 anyway?
After a chicken enchilada, homemade tamale, and some beans and rice, Bridg, Alessandra, and I were ready to take it to the next level. I may or may not have taken a shot with my beautiful grandmother (or a few). To sum things up: it got weird…in the fun sense of course.