weekend in new england...errrr...dallas

on the way home from dallas this sunday night we stopped in waco. it was about 8:00, or so, and jackson was hungry. i still thought i was going to puke my guts out from all the crap we ate this weekend, but charlotte said she could handle some supper ,too. we eat at taco cabana about 5 times a week, so there was no real decision to be made. accordingly, i know where a tc can be found at almost all times. the one in waco, near the university, is a bit sub-standard; but, it placated the j-man, so all was well.

as we pulled back onto i35, i started scanning for music. waco's selections are few -what would you expect- and i was about to give up when i came across some barry manilow- at the copa, copa cabana. my mom really likes barry, and when i was a kid i listened to this dreck daily. i say dreck in an effort to afford this creation it's proper due; but, i actually still love it. not enough to own any barry cd's, but enough to get excited when his vocal manure oozes out of the local radio stations playlist. i turned him up just in time to sing along as lola lost youth and she lost her tony and she lost her mind. it was dark enough that i couldn't see the look on charlotte's face; but' i'm sure she was staring , wondering - once again- about my sexuality. at this point, jackson caught on to what song was on the radio. "dad! that's cool! taco cabana is on the radio, and we're eating taco cabana right now!" if only for an evening, all the cosmic tumblers had clicked into place for my little boy.