cow intestines anyone?

Last night was a little different than our usual Wednesday. It started out normal, with Cousin Leah and I heading to the Alamo for some drinks. We got there a little later than usual because I was deeply involved in Fast and Furious 3: Tokyo Drift, but Leah managed to drag me away from the TV. We were in the downstairs bar and noticed a girl wearing a Mets T shirt, so we got to talking. She was with a few others and I think they were there for some summer teaching program, but they were pretty drunk and hard to understand. It turned out it was one of the girl's birthdays so we decided to take them under our wing and drag them to Museum.

We got there, lots of dancing, lots of fun. When they played Usher's Yeah, lets just say we went a little nuts. It was after we left the club that things got a little weird.

I'm going to interrupt this posting and just say that as I type this Leah is cutting her bangs in the bathroom and just said, "whoa, bold move Leah." I really hope it turns out okay, cause I don't feel like doing damage control.

ANYWAYS, we get in the cab and I look towards the front seat and there is A TV ON THE DASHBOARD! The cabdriver, George, turns it on and we begin watching Transformers (in spanish of course). George noticed how into it I was and pulled over to let me sit in the front to watch it closer. He and Leah began talking and I had no idea what was going on when all of a sudden, George turns off the meter. I look around and we are heading in the opposite direction of our apartment. Leah seemed perfectly fine with it, so I just continued watching the movie until we pulled over in front of a restaurant.

Apparently, Leah had asked George where the best Parrilla food was and he had thought she meant right then, at 3 am. I guess he took it upon himself to take us to this very Argentine restaurant and feed us. We sit down, he orders for us, I have no idea whats going on. When the waiter brings food, its this delicous salad of eggs and potatoes with olive oil and lots of salt. George mixes it together and scoops it all onto or plates, grabs hunks of bread and hands them to us, and tells us to eat. Best A bar food ever, let me tell you.

But then the next course comes out and I don't even think about what I'm eating. It's all different types of meat, some really chewy, some really delicious. I've tried everything and I look over at Leah and she's eaten most of hers, except this weird curly cue meat. I asked her why and she was like, "Kelly, do you realize what all of this meat is?" Then it hit me. I was eating all the disgusting insides of the cow and didn't notice cause I was too drunk! She was laughing at me and was like, "yeah, I don't know what any of this is, but just eat it. I think your favorite one was the kidney." We started guessing what each meat was, and came to the conclusion the weird curly one was probably intestines and should be avoided. Unfortunately, that didn't stop George from trying to put the rest on our plates.

Now, I am stuffed at this point and cannot keep eating and its getting close to 4:30. I thought it was time to go, but little did I realize that we still had the whole rest of the cow to eat! Leah was like, "Kelly, we just ate the insides, now it's time for the outside." I thought she was joking until the waiter brought out this platter of steaks. I just started laughing hysterically, because it was SO MUCH FOOD. George kept scooping more of the potato salad onto our plates and telling us to eat, but I was sooo done with it.

Finally, we left the place and started driving home, watching Transformers all the way. I think Leah was passing out in the back, but I was into the movie so I stayed awake and talked to George. He kept shouting, "Megatron!" and "Optimus Prime" at me, which was really the only "spanish" I could handle at that point. I think he even said, "Megan Fox, muy sexy!" It was hilarious. He dropped us off around 5 am and insisted we didn't pay him for the cab ride because he had enjoyed our company and gave us his card in case we ever wanted him as our cab driver again, which we obviously do.