mexicorn fiesta

poker night with the girls was a good time.

the theme was 'mexican fiesta' - i was, surprisingly, responsible for bringing a side. i called p. to see what she was making, told her i was going to bring salsa. funny. we got to m.'s, took the wraps off our bowls, and looked down at a similar mix of corn, tomatoes, and black beans. mine was a salsa. hers was a salad. both complete with tortilla chips.

i learned last night that if you 'make' a tortilla (aka heating it in a pan), and it bubbles, that means your mother-in-law likes you. it might be that it was meant to indicate that one makes great tortillas from scratch, therefore meaning one is a good cook, therefore inspiring love from the mother of one's beloved, but that didn't stop us from trying it out on store-bought tortillas.

s.'s bubbled and we all cheered, especially since she has been seeing j. for about 7 weeks. i wanted to try it, and everyone was nervous. m. bit her nails in anticipation of a non-bubbling tortilla. ah, ye of little...i put mine in, sprinkled it with chocolate, and slowly, the-little-bubble-that-could appeared. when it was over i wondered what all the fuss had been about. like i would break-up with the bf over a bubble. offended that perhaps my friends thought i might actually entertain the thought. so i thought about it. but no, not over a bubble.

then we went outside and smacked the hell out of a butterfly pinata until s. finally decapitated it and we devoured its' yummy chocolate guts. yes.