The Wraith (1986)

Every now and then, Netflix instant streaming actually surprises me with a decent title.  One such surprise was The Wraith, a movie that my brother and I would watch religiously back in 1986-7. The movie would play on CineMax (or HBO I can't recall) and we would catch it on those weekends when the channel offered a free preview or there was some extreme screw up at the billing department.

The soundtrack is pretty cool(Ozzy, Billy Idol, Motley), the special effects are Burger King-cheesy good, and it reminds me of the days when Charlie Sheen was actually cool (eons ago). The plot is really not important, other than to say that Sherilyn Fenn has a bikini scene (sweet!).

I bring up the movie for no apparent discernible reason other than to say that I just realized that I attended zero, ZERO WBCA events last month. I actually feel awful about that. What kind of Laredense skips the carnival, the parade and the Jalapeno festival? What kind of local blogger does not report during the most important  social event of the year? Why didn't I buy more bean dip?

 These questions were swirling around in my head as I was watching The Wraith and as I realized that I had not full-filled my duties as a blogger. But I won't dwell on it too much. I'll get back to my movie now, just had to get that off my chest.

Time

I'm still here, just waiting. Give me time.

Wendy

Free dollar burgers if you find all the punctuation and grammatical mistakes. #wheresthebeef? #sarahhateslaredo

Cakeland

Although Cakeland's sweet bread is mediocre at best, their cakes, I must admit are pretty good.

Now they seem to be opening a new location on McPherson, along with another Bolillos Restaurant.

#Panos is on the ropes.

La Siberia

While their tostadas are decent, it's the 1983 decor that keeps me going back to Tostadas La Siberia

on Zapata Hwy.

On this particular Monday

   It was a bit before the noon hour when I finally made my way across town. The usual traffic congestion on McPherson was not a nuisance as on other days.

On this particular Monday, I had been invited by an old friend to Mass and then our for some lunch. Since my office was closed in observance of the holiday and also because I very much wanted to see her, I accepted the invitation.

"Church on a weekday?" I asked her somewhat perplexed by her phone invitation. "Do they even have mass on Mondays?" I continued in vain, hoping she would alter the invite to a different place.

It had been over ten years since I last saw *****, and I had lost all contact with her up until two weeks ago when a mutual friend of ours gave her my number. Days later, she sent me a text.

The last time we had seen each other, was a tough day for me. We had a big fight over something stupid and it ended everything we had.

Earlier in the day, I had promised to pick her up from her  house, so as I pulled into Santa Rita Subdivision, I began to remember all the silly things we had done in 2002. Memories began to flood inside of me and all I could hear was La Firma singing "Ojala", repeatedly thundering inside my ears, as if it was some medieval torture device.

As she opened the door to let me in, I recalled exactly why I was so much fixated by her beauty. Maybe that cliche is true, life does come around in a full circle.

She smiled at me and said my name, a name I had not heard in years. And instantly, all was forgiven.

  

Big Daddy's Wing Shack

Just when I was getting a feel for "Tweety's Snack Bar" down on the south side, they go and disappear on me, like last years herpes.

It seems as if the dilapidated shack has repackaged itself for the 8th time in three years and this time they are coming back stronger than ever in the form of a 'wing shack'.

It could have been worse. They could have re-branded as yet another sushi place (Does Laredo need another one of those?)

I will be camping outside their shack during their grand opening, hoping to be the first in line. Let me know of if you wish to camp out with me. Maybe we get free wings for life.

This year is starting off on the right wing, err foot.