The flies descended on Casa V the first temperate evening, ravenous, like wild dogs, like the feral cats who scooped up the turkey organs and innards we left outside for them. The sluggish economy hurting the animals and insects as well. When the wind picked up enough to keep them away, and keep us inside, most of them were dead already. I could not find a flyswatter at the Superlay, and in my failure i realized my *ahem* ‘locals’ knowledge’ is limited to the tequilla aisle and a fish salesman named Benny who i don’t think screws me too badly. Staring for 10 minutes at a package of what might-be sour cream and wondering if it was actually cream cheese or yogurt or butter had a profound downer affect on my chillaxin. When a nice woman from Texas with big hooters pointed me to the next aisle, and I finally saw the familiar ¡Philãdelphia box , i knew i was outmatched. Time to grab my liquor and head home! My cable lock blew up and forced me to hack through it for 10 minutes with my multitool while a bunch of local hombres sorta wondered why no one was arresting the gringo and sorta realized the pretty vest and pretty helmet and pretty shoes must go with the pretty bike. Then I threw out the lock, cause 4 liters of liquor and 2lbs of cream cheese was enough weight. This ensured I could not stop again, and would resort to killing flies with a magazine, a newspaper, a shop vac, a teva, a beer can, and a diaper.
6 visits ago, Beckie bought this from a vendor named Lupe.
Lupe has since said hi to us every visit. and Lupe’s partner Margarita had flyswatters. Beckie ran to the house for money, the ladies commented muy gorda, and were embarrassed i understood.
What can i say? She is a load.
i was kinda shocked at how much Lupe remembered us, but it makes sense when she prolly talked to Beckie for like 20 min selling her dresses. We hung out and kvelled for 10 minutes just to spend 250 pesos on flyswatters. Hella good selling too, usually i don’t even look up to say “no thank you” to the beach vendors, usually now i just let G say it for me. But even dad can’t be a dick to a solicitor when there’s a baby involved. good selling indeed.
Though Alana will stop being fat soon enough, since she pretty much doesn’t stop moving if she’s awake. The weekend was perfect for her to slink around on the beach for hours, and slink around on the tile floors for hours more. Except for crawling into sharp shells, or water, or pelican bones, or broken glass, or sharp gravel, or dead flies.
so tired…
Lupe indeed brought us a very cute very tinyDress for Alana the next day. It was unfortunately too chilly to wear. I’m wondering what else I can have delivered to me on the beach?
Princess Alana, The Squirmy
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