Thursday, November 22, 2007 – Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday evening’s concert was by Manuel Espinas whose playing was very refined and controlled. He was also a very kind person and we had a nice conversation after the concert.
That evening we went to a different restaurant to celebrate. Yohualli and I decided to sip on some tequila and we ordered Horraduras Reposado. The flavor was wonderful. Manuel asked me if I knew what a “muppet” was. I had no clue. So he ordered one for me. Before it came, he also asked me if I wanted a “yellow submarine.” Then the “muppet” came — it was a shot glass filled with some substance, with a piece of paper towel on top. The server put it down in front of me, slammed it on the table twice, pulled the towel off to reveal a foaming shot, and I did my part. Very sweet and interesting. Then came the “yellow submarine.” Apparently, an amber beer with an inverted shot of tequila at the bottom. It tasted quite good actually.
Horraduras, yellow submarine, and a beer.
The phone rang at 5:00 am. My wake up call. I moped around in the dark, gathering my junk. At 5:15 my cab came and I was off to the airport. Both flights back to Boston were relatively empty. Thank goodness the rest of the country was doing the black Friday shopping. Of course, this was going to be a long day for me, because as soon as I got off the plane I’d be running off to another rehearsal. It’s nice that things keep moving though, and I enjoy being on my toes.
This was my first time in Mexico and it was all too memorable. I’ll cherish the memories of the warm November nights as this year’s Bostonian winter begins to unfold.
