Taco Night

Tonight was taco night at the Willey's. (NB - I just looked looked up "taco night" on Wikipedia and there was no entry, disappointingly.) Taco night is always a favorite, and we even brought out the special margarita glasses! Overall, not bad, with a few notable differences:

• the taco mix was not nearly as flavorful
• regular salsa is hard to come by, and we were not impressed by the roasted tomato + pepper salsa we chose
• the tortillas sucked, full stop
• the cheese was selected from several different English cheddars, from all over this small country, then grated by hand... rather different from the Kraft Mexican Fiesta pre-shredded experience!

Anyhow, I think taco night is a sign of something bigger -- perhaps a bit of normalcy. I'm hopeful! We had a 'normal' weekend, in that we got out of the apartment and did stuff. 'Normal' because on paper it was, but in practice, maybe not. Working backwards...

• Sunday night, we watched NFL (on Jason's work laptop, through the slingbox), and did laundry in the kitchen. I like that Football does not take up the whole day on Sunday. We can start watching the games at 6pm and if we stay up til midnight / 12:30 can watch the second set too. And we'll never be tempted to stay up for MNF!
• Sunday day we golfed. Jason went the previous weekend and he is much happier for having discovered a relatively convenient public course. I played poorly but was giddily excited to see golfers in knee-high socks and sweater vests. Also notable was that the weather was good enough to golf.
• Saturday night we went to a birthday party. This must mean that we're meeting people. One of the guys in my group at work invited us, so we rearranged all our plans and went. We were the only native English-speaking people there... lots of Germans, a few Italians, French, Belgians, Dutch, and likely some other countries represented. Other tidbits worth mentioning: a strange selection of music (specifically remembering "Do you believe in life after love" by Cher, and the Beach Boys' "Kokomo"); a really disgusting mixed drink from my Italian co-worker; and a chilled jaegermeister-type German liquor called something that aptly sounds like "kill a bitch".
• Saturday daytime we took a walk out to Battersea Park, one of the many parks near us. Didn't actually go in the park but walked to it, then stopped for lunch at a pub and made our way home. Now tell me, if you saw this sign, would you find a different route?