Sorry. I'm always saying "sorry," aren't I? I'm like some simpering lackey apologizing to the blog, to you the readers, and even if you tell me to stop apologizing, I'll say, "Right! Sorry!" and you will give me a look of exasperation and resignation, or at least that's how it always happens in the movies.
I've lately not had a lot to say, or maybe I've had too much to say, and wasn't able to say it. Regardless, I will confess now that I have taken an Ambien, and rather than lie in bed playing Angry Birds Seasons like some drooling dope addict, I thought I'd sit down and write whatever came to mind.
This, for one: There are very few things in life as satisfying as killing a mosquito with an electronic bug zapper racket. My mom got me one, and it is fantastic. It looks more or less like this (mine is red):
So you hear the little sucker flying around, buzzing, buzzing, being super annoying, and then you pick up the racket, press the button on the side to turn on the electricity, swing at the thing like you're Rafael Nadal serving for match point in the Wimbledon championship, and... bzzzt! You see a flash of crackling light right at the surface of the racket, perhaps a wisp of smoke, then nothing.
Good luck finding the insect afterward. That sucker is fried to a crisp. Yes, it's disturbing that my carpet may be filling up with the remnants of electrocuted flies, but that's a small price to pay for silence, freedom from biting, and the sweet, sweet bliss of a vengeful killing.
Try it sometime. I promise, it is awesome. Sadly, however, when I went to two hardware stores to inquire for another one, they sales people all looked at me blankly and then laughed, like I was making it up. It's real, mister! It's really really real!
Time for me to crawl back to bed, more next time. Promise it'll be soon. Oh, here are some pictures from Cabo... and then an unrelated video of a cute baby (not mine).
We were so taken with this last dish, the Pescado Zarandeado at Mariscos El Torito, that we asked if we could see how it was being made. They took us back into the kitchen and showed us, the fish in a wire basket with tomatoes, onions and peppers plastered to one side, the whole thing flipped repeatedly over the coals.
Mariscos El Torito was definitely a find. Thick in the middle of ultra-touristy Cabo San Lucas, nestled down a side street, it's an unassuming restaurant where our waiter, who didn't even speak English (rare for Cabo), told us that the clientele comprised almost 100% locals. We'd gone there on a tip from a concierge, and it's the kind of place you almost don't want to share with just anyone because you want it to say just the way it is.
Anyway. As promised, cute baby video. Good night.
