We were only going to have one margarita each but the guy convinced us it was cheaper by the carafe.*

So New Girl, WiseMan and I ventured forth at lunch time for Mexican food and margaritas.**

You may have seen us staggering back up Hay Street. I'd spilled food all down the front of my top and sloshed margarita on my skirt. New Girl would have been conspicuous by her stance - a skinny, blonde-haired slip of a thing, doubled over by the side of the road and laughing her head off. You see, we'd been ambling along in silence for some time, struggling against the inertia brought on by digestion and a warm day, when WiseMan piped up.

"I have to tell you girls, I did something very nasty before lunch."

"Fair enough, WiseMan," I said. "We all have to make room somehow."



*Cheaper, yes, but also deadlier.
**How astounded I am when Americans come to our shores and rave about our food. All our food is great, they say. Except Mexican. We have lousy Mexican food, they say. What I want to know is: why did they come all the way to Australia to eat Mexican food?