Sunday after church we went to a new (to me) Mexican restaurant called Maya's. Since moving to Lafayette 7 years ago I have learned that any time someone asks you where something is located, you are to give them directions based on where another business used to be. It does not matter if that business closed a year ago or 20 years ago, you are expected to know its exact previous location. You need not bother yourself with learning street names. They change all the time and no one ever uses them anyway. So, if you'd like go to Maya's it's where the old Evangeline Steakhouse used to be.
If you're looking for Tex-Mex you will be disappointed. However, if you're in the mood for authentic Mexican, you're good to go. The food was good and the salsa was not outstanding but it was good plus they serve it in those little individual creamer containers which just makes it fun. Their chips are fantastic, by far the best in town. You can watch Mama make fresh tortillas while you eat and I'm thinking they might use those for their chips. The queso is also well worth the trip. It's a white queso with really good flavor and just the right amount of kick.
We rode over there with the Thibodeauxs in their new swagger wagon with a dash that resembles the cockpit of a 747. Jamie drove and I sat up front next to her, Chad and Jayson were behind us and the kids were all the way in the back. It was as it should be. When Jayson got in the backseat, Jamie turned around and told him she thought we were all close enough now that she felt comfortable telling him that his junk was showing. Well, technically it was just his undies which happened to be blue that day. Jayson just crossed his legs and said, "yeah, I know" then started babbling about the gila monster and unleashing the beast and other completely ridiculous guyisms that made me and Jamie roll our eyes. Apparently Jayson came to church well aware that he had a gaping hole in the crotch of his jeans and he was perfectly comfortable with that fact. The only thing that could have made it worse for me is if he was wearing the underwear that had a matching gaping crotch hole. Or a thong. That's the stuff nightmares are made of.
After lunch we hadn't been in the car more than 5 minutes before Collin and Emily were overtaken by a post-Mexican food coma. It wasn't long after we got home that Jayson and I looked pretty much the same way, except for the seatbelts.
This morning I was a little concerned about how my day was going to play out since it got off to a rocky start. Me and mornings don't get along but unfortunately they can't be avoided. I rolled out of bed at the crack of 8:30 and stumbled around in the bathroom during my morning routine. I wear glasses but I take them off to put on my makeup and dry my hair so for most of my morning routine I'm flying blind. Normally this isn't a huge problem since I know where everything is but there was one small out of place element that cause me some trouble this time. I felt around in the drawer and found my toothbrush then remembered that I had squeezed the last possible drop of toothpaste out of the tube last night. This wasn't a problem since I often have one or two little travel tubes in my drawer. I grabbed one of them and squeezed it out onto my toothbrush, wet the brush then brought it up to my mouth and almost started brushing. I guess it's true what they say about when one of your senses doesn't work properly, the others will kick into overdrive to make up for it. Without my glasses I couldn't see what was on my toothbrush but just before it hit my lips my nose smelled it. It was NOT toothpaste. I put on my glasses and saw that I had loaded my toothbrush with Monistat. It was the little separate tube of cream (that's exactly the same size as a travel tube of toothpaste) that comes with the yeast infection kit. I still shudder to think how close I came to brushing my teeth with that. That's the kind of yucky you never really get over.
Fortunately the rest of the day was uneventful and the evening was a lot of fun. I was invited to a party at Painting With A Twist to celebrate Lane and Lacey's birthdays. I'm so glad they invited me, I've been dying to try this place out. I have to say, it was a lot of fun. There was another group there besides us so it was a full house. The painting we were doing was a zebra striped fleur de lis. I liked the basic design, but the colors just would not be happy in my house. Several of us brought our own paint colors to share so our group could have a few more options. When we were done, we saw that everyone in our group changed either the colors or the design or both. Everyone in the other group painted an exact replica of the sample. I don't think their group brought enough wine.
Maizy came to the party with me so she could give my painting either a happy face or a sad face. So far, she's giving it a happy face but it's not quite half done. I did what I could while I was there but I really needed more time to add some more layers of paint for texture and I also desperately needed my Sharpies since the brush they gave us for outlining wasn't nearly small enough. I'm going to continue to work on it and see what happens. I'll either end up with something I can live with or I'll gesso the whole thing and start over.
It's looking better than it did at first, I'll say that much. The stripes make it look sort of like a bumble bee right now but that'll change when I add more doodles. It's definitely an improvement over where it started. Before I added the black stripes and outline, Lisa and I both agreed that the top part of the fleur de lis looked like a vagina. I'm just sayin'.
I sat next to Melanie, whose Indian name is Little Brush, which was a good thing since we both tend to get into the zone when we're painting so there's no socializing required. Not that she'd get much out of me anyway but at least I had the zone excuse this time.
I gave Lacey and Lane some notecards I'd made out of some of my drawings as their birthday gifts. I felt a little weird about it, I guess because it's the first time I've photocopied my art like that. I've given away originals before but for some reason this felt different...like I was cheating or something, I don't know. Anyway, I hope I can get over that since I've sent off one of my doodles to be professionally printed onto notecards that I'm going to try to sell on Etsy along with a bunch of other stuff. Jayson was very excited since he's always nagging (he calls it 'encouraging') me to sell my stuff. I then had to explain to him the reason for the phrase "starving artist". I've sold a few of my things in the past as part of my 25 year long get-nowhere-near-rich-as-slow-as-humanly-possible scheme. I just really, really don't like doing that. I'd much rather give it away but unfortunately that won't pay Taylor's tuition.
Marti also made some special cards for Lane and Lacey. They looked suspiciously like party napkins but I think that was part of the artistry. You know...like those fancy cakes they make to look just like a designer handbag? Napkin cards could be the next big thing.
It's been a long day so I'm turning in. Don't worry, I've learned my lesson so tonight I will look very closely before I brush my teeth. With Jayson's toothbrush.