Hurricane Ivan strikes a nerve!
Last night Michael called me with the hope that I would come out with him for dinner. Of course since I love him and have absolutly nothing to do, I said YES. Michael always asks me where we should eat and I never really have a good answer. I wish he would tell me what he wanted to eat whether it be Mexican, Italian, Sushi, or whatever, but he never does. He just says that he is hungry and that he wants food now. Alas...you would think that the answer would be easy then, right? I guess so if you really didn't care but I care about what he desires, needs, and him as a person. So anyway, I asked about Mexican and then I automatically thought about Nuevo Laredo Cantina, my fav. mexican joint. Michael decided that it was a good idea so we headed out that way. In the car I told him that is was a 20 min wait and then he went on to tell me that It couldn't be, that it wasn't possible on a night like last night. I tried my hardest to explain to him but he really just didn't want to listen. We eventually arrived after traveling through the crazy sheets of water and roads that turned into rivers. The wait was 45 min! ha. So, Michael went through a mild spazing-out stage and then we headed back into town to El Azteca off of Peachtree. To our surprise, about 10 blocks of Peachtree St. were blacked-out. Nothing had power not even Kroger. The only exception was Casa Grande, which I have never eaten at before, so being that it was the only restaurant on the block with power, I understood it to be some sort of sign. haha.
The food was ok but nowhere near exceptional. The salsa was different, kind-of chili-looking and smoky-tasting. The chips were fresh and very light but the cheese dip sucked. The cheese that they used tasted like American cheese...uhg! The top-shelf Margaritas were mixed with Patron and Grand Ma. which is good stuff! Michael bitched a little to me about the alcohol content of his maragarita so I brought to his attention that Patron is a very good, smooth Tequilla and that it would be difficult to taste. With that being said, the bought a shot of Patron and agreed. You know it is funny because here I am, 20 year old, telling a 34 yr. old about alcohol. I know more about alcohol than most people twice my age. What a shame. Mixology really is an art form.
So point being, Casa Grande sucks in general. Don't bother going there, or even thinking about it if you are truly a fan of good Mexican food. Stick to Nuevo Laredo Cantina - it is worth the wait, yo promiso.
In other news, while at Casa Grade Michael and I talked about our relationship. He pretty much let me know that he isn't ruling it out just because of our age differences and or different life stages that we are in. This is a day by day sort of deal for him he said, so there is still hope for "us." A lot of the time he uses "we" as opposed to "me" or "you" which is comforting because it somewhat means that he sees us as just that- an "us" and "we"- a couple. Yeay for that. I'm letting you know that I really do like Michael and that we have a lot of potential.
Last night I also let him know that if at any point in time during our relationship he felt like we would be better off as friends that he should let me know asap because I will understand and accept, because we both know it takes two, not just one.
After dinner, he dropped me off at my place and then we both headed out to his. He was telling his friend John about how he joined the Emory gym yesterday and mentioned that there would be a lot of "talent." Talent? What the fuck does that mean? I took it as "talent" being possible love intrests. What else could it be? Maybe "talent" being just smart, talented students that make up the University. Who knows? Not me, only Michael I suppose.
so that's it about Michael today. I really do think that I love him. It kind of hurts to think about it because you and I know that this relationship could end and start a new beginning to something else.
Alas, yet another song of woe. Yep, that's it. Promise.
I love you - Keenan
The food was ok but nowhere near exceptional. The salsa was different, kind-of chili-looking and smoky-tasting. The chips were fresh and very light but the cheese dip sucked. The cheese that they used tasted like American cheese...uhg! The top-shelf Margaritas were mixed with Patron and Grand Ma. which is good stuff! Michael bitched a little to me about the alcohol content of his maragarita so I brought to his attention that Patron is a very good, smooth Tequilla and that it would be difficult to taste. With that being said, the bought a shot of Patron and agreed. You know it is funny because here I am, 20 year old, telling a 34 yr. old about alcohol. I know more about alcohol than most people twice my age. What a shame. Mixology really is an art form.
So point being, Casa Grande sucks in general. Don't bother going there, or even thinking about it if you are truly a fan of good Mexican food. Stick to Nuevo Laredo Cantina - it is worth the wait, yo promiso.
In other news, while at Casa Grade Michael and I talked about our relationship. He pretty much let me know that he isn't ruling it out just because of our age differences and or different life stages that we are in. This is a day by day sort of deal for him he said, so there is still hope for "us." A lot of the time he uses "we" as opposed to "me" or "you" which is comforting because it somewhat means that he sees us as just that- an "us" and "we"- a couple. Yeay for that. I'm letting you know that I really do like Michael and that we have a lot of potential.
Last night I also let him know that if at any point in time during our relationship he felt like we would be better off as friends that he should let me know asap because I will understand and accept, because we both know it takes two, not just one.
After dinner, he dropped me off at my place and then we both headed out to his. He was telling his friend John about how he joined the Emory gym yesterday and mentioned that there would be a lot of "talent." Talent? What the fuck does that mean? I took it as "talent" being possible love intrests. What else could it be? Maybe "talent" being just smart, talented students that make up the University. Who knows? Not me, only Michael I suppose.
so that's it about Michael today. I really do think that I love him. It kind of hurts to think about it because you and I know that this relationship could end and start a new beginning to something else.
Alas, yet another song of woe. Yep, that's it. Promise.
I love you - Keenan