Cafe Rio is to Mexican Food as...

Finally someone is giving Taco Bell a run for they're money! I wasn't to worried when I thought it was just a food fetish, but then I found this CD under the bed, covered in salsa and sour cream. There is nothing special about Cafe Rio's food, or music. Its made by white teenagers in a controlled environment that's cleaner than my bathroom, whats authentic about that? If you want authentic try this. Sean Johnson, his brother-in-law Kyle and I went to Tijuana, Mexico and ate authentic Mexican food. It was prepared on a street corner near Revolution Blvd. While we were eating our 3 for $1.00 tacos (Pollo, Carne Asada or Carnitas- meat not guaranteed to be authentic) the Tijuana Police rolled up, grabbed some guy off the street, smacked him around, tossed him in a truck and drove off! Kyle had been home from his mission for like 72 hours and was still a little wet behind the ears and I may or may not have been the best choice to break him back into the real world. We took him to the Church of the Blessed Whore (Catholic Church next to Brothels and Strip Clubs) He did make a very valuable purchase, he brought $40 to Mexico and spent it all on...fake Oakleys, but to be fair he did do it within the first half hour we were in Mexico so he did shop around. To the left is a picture of Sean Johnson after we picked him up from the "watering hole" he wanted to visit. My point is this, Cafe Rio is bland tasteless American food, anyone who goes through the trouble of driving more than the length of the driveway to find it needs to have their head examined. For real authentic Mexican food you need to go to Wahoos Fish Tacos, the best there is, I will not debate this. If you think anything else is better, well you sir are an idiot.

As Jennifer noted we did have a brief return of our winter weather, she was thrilled to bring out her sexy long johns again. Unfortunately they were still a smidge rank from the months of overuse this winter, although they were easy to find as they were standing in the corner of the room. As of today the valley is free of snow and Spring has re-sprung with a new Springiness which was previously un-sprung because of its Spingcociousness.

We did also have an opportunity to watch Nixon, Master of all he surveys, play the precocious Finn O'Grady, a bit under his ability but interesting all the same. I attended the matinee and was overcome with anticipation, this photo was

taken of me prior to the third act. The only thing worse than watching your kid in a 4th grade production of "Billy, Blowey and Bumpersnick" or something like that, is watching other peoples kids in it. Nixon had fun, someone told me that was the point, so it was worth it? Perhaps its out of his system now, he tried out with a friend, wanted a small part. His friend quit and he ended up in the lead, lucky us.

Now I prepare for our trip to Lake Powell! I have not taken a legitimate vacation in over 10 years. Every trip we take has some alternate purpose, baptism, weddings, blessings, graduations, etc. I have now responsibility in Lake Powell other than to not drown myself or anyone else and bar-b-que some beef, the beef I am qualified for. I also intend to work on my elusive tan. I will not go through another summer of people saying "hey there are two white strings hanging from your shorts...oh wait its your legs" The picture you see at the bottom is the "before" photo, wait till you see what a few days in the sun do for me. I am sure upon my return I will have quite a few situations which will call for my swift and poignant rebuttal, until then men, stay alert and lock up the frying pans!