Las night my cell phone died. My lovely, trusty, beautiful, noisy w300 thought that it would be fun to support the writer's strike (without telling me), and yesterday, when I came home and plugged him in he just said "configuration error" and refused to work (the bastard!).
So, today at the office I felt like I was locked in a cage, totally incommunicado. I couldn't call my girlfriend, couldn't call my mom, couldn't call home, couldn't call my friends, and they couldn't call me either. "But Rojo", you may say, "what about work?" Well, let me ask you, who could think about work in a situation like that?
But now that I've had some time to think about it, you're right. It shouldn't be the end of the world, right?
Sadly, it IS.
Fifteen years ago we couldn't care less about those ugly looking bricks and now, we NEED them. We managed to live without them, but now we just CAN'T. We can't. All I can think about right now is that I want him back soon or I will die, lonely and miserable. Damn consumerism.
Anyway, I left my baby with my provider and they will be returning him on wednesday. Hope he's okay.
In the evening me and my girl went to Tony Roma's and ate some delicious St. Louis ribs. Awesome taste! All I can say is: God bless America for BBQ. Seriously, BBQ is one of my top favorite sauces in the whole universe, up there with honey mustard and blue cheese. Now, can anyone tell me what are the best brands of BBQ sauce out there?
Oh, to drink we ordered some passion fruit Pisco Sour. FYI, Pisco Sour is Peru's national drink and Pisco is Peru's national liquor. Pisco is a strong (as strong as Tequila) and very deceptive liquor: you won't feel anything after the first glass, but after the second one bang! you might end up kissing the floor. Read more about Pisco here (that is, if you trust Wikipedia).
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