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Superbowl Sunday in El Paso

Monday, February 13, 2006

The original plan was to go get breakfast, then drop Pop back at the house. Then Nick and I would go play up in the Franklins before the Big Game. Another breakfast at Franky's. This time, carnitas. Eggs scrambled with shredded beef. Good, but not as flavorful as the chorizo. Ah, but plans were meant to be changed, right? It seems Nick's dad couldn't bear to be separated from us. He doesn't get much company. So, I was very understanding even though I was itching to be scrambling over some rocks up a hill. We drove around some more with Pop. Then went home to make a shopping list.
El Paso is in the desert. That's real tumbleweed. These brilliant homeowners, rather than employ xeriscape gardening techniques like the majority of El Pasoans, used green outdoor carpeting for that year-round lawn. Tumbleweed Evergreen Lawn
Nick and I headed back towards downtown. He was in search of one of his favorite Mexican restaurants. And, I still had to get closer to the border. Believe it or not, the bridge that dumps people from Juarez, Mexico into El Paso, Texas, United States is right in the middle of El Paso's downtown. On both sides of the bridge there are parking lots. Both cars and people can cross over the bridge. Cars are, of course, stopped, identities verified, and if suspicion is aroused, promptly searched. People not so much. I mean yeah, if you're wearing 10 pounds of clothing trying to cover up a drug belt, the you're probably going to be pulled to the side. Or, if you're acting overtly suspicious, then you could be stopped. But, if you're just strolling along with not a care in the world, you could manage to get weapons of mass destruction anything of carrying size into the United States. I won't list all the things I can think of. But use your imagination.
That's Mexico over there. Just park and walk. Oh, and that guy that's wanted...a Mexican drug lord. If you see him, call the government. Mexico Park & Walk Adios Walking
Not daring to exit the car for a trip over the bridge just to say that I'd been to Mexico, Nick and I resumed our search through El Paso's, er, bustling downtown pseudo mercado for the Mexican restaurant. Once we found it, turned out it was closed on Sunday. Damn. No tamales for the game. Back home we went with a stop at a Barnes & Noble for a book Nick had been looking for. It wasn't in yet. Bummer. We made a stop for some Superbowl Snacks, then headed back to the house just in time for the Game. I was rooting for the Steelers. And I'm glad they won. But I think they had it handed to them. That's all. Oh, and the Whopperettes? What kind of sick joke was that? I was stumped at the dancing, singing lettuce, tomato and onion, but then at the end of the commercial when they all got thrown on the bun? Just weird. And I loved the MacGyver Mastercard commercial. That was brilliant. I give nods to Ameriquest and Sprint for some clever ads as well. But overall I thought most of the commercials were lame. The funniest thing though? A local spot for El Paso's ABC affiliate. Check out the link that says SuperBowl Gary & Estela. HA HA HA!

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