Dear Frankie = 7/10. Kids aren't as dumb as we think. I also love listening to accents. This movie was in Scotland.
Netflix received two of my movies on Wednesday and skipped right over the first two movies in my queue, Monster-in-Law and Duplex. I somewhat expected this because Monster-in-Law was just out to DVD this past week and both movies were listed as "short wait" on my queue. What they did next surprised me, though. They shipped one of my movies that day (Wednesday) and didn't ship the next one until Thursday. Thursday's movie didn't get here Friday. I think they anticipated the mail running slower on Labor Day weekend and it's a sneaky ways to keep me from getting as many movies as possible. I still really like their service, though. My average cost per movie is still around $1.39. Much cheaper than going to a Blockbuster. Not as cheap as going to the sell-through movies.
Saturday I got to meet Doug's other grandmother in close-to-the-middle-of-nowhere, Oklahoma. The place where Doug's dad grew up was literally 3 miles from the bus stop and 12 miles to paved road. And I thought my one block trek to school was awful.
After we got back to Tulsa, I suggested going to Señor Tequila. My cousin Maggie and her husband Jason said that they had great cheap food and big huge margaritas that were heaven. I can't speak for the margaritas, but on the rest I would have to disagree. The only thing I did like about this place was the fact that they had a whole portion of their menu devoted to a la carte items. The a la carte items are very reasonably priced. This is great for me because I never end up eating my rice and beans that come with the meal. Doug and I both got one beef chimichanga and one cheese enchilada. They struck out with us, though. Here's why.
Strike 1: They had a live band playing. They were fair at best. What makes it strike one is the fact that they were super loud and played only tacky songs: Macarena, Unchained Melody, etc. Instead of enjoying the music, I sat in our corner and laughed. I can only imagine what Doug, the one with a music degree, thought of them. If you can't speak English well, please don't attempt to sing "timeless" American classics.
Strike 2: No soap in the women's bathroom.
Strike 3: Eyelash (or something that looked like an eyelash) in the cheese sauce.
Strike 4: The chimichanga was fajita meat instead of ground beef. That would usually be great except the meat also included grilled onions. We're pretty sure that the onion factor wasn't advertised on the menu. I was able to pick around the onions, but Doug won't go anywhere near them and sulked for the rest of the meal, annoyed for having to pay for something he can't eat.
I think this has taught me to trust my cousin Maggie for hair advice (she's a hair stylist), not food advice.