Taxi: Soup anyone? ;-)

“El Guapo, you’re so lucky. You’re tan all year round! You just have that exotic look about you.”

Ah, the exotic look. Yes, I am very lucky. You call it “exotic”. I call it “cabs won’t pick me up at night.”

Miguel was with me and I partly blame him. In order to “blend” he popped up the collar on his flannel shirt.

Gracias to the girls outside the club who offered to hail a cab for us. You may have gotten confused because Miguel was talking about making soup. He’s an idiota and doesn’t yet realize that Spanish slang doesn’t translate into English.

“Um, do you guys want us to hail you a cab?”

Thank you. We’ll be ok.

“Those guys are all dickheads. They don’t stop for me sometimes.”

Yes, we’re used to it.

“Ay, mami. I would like to make you soup.”

“Um, what?”

Please forgive my friend. He suffers from being an idiota.

“Did he just say he wanted to make me soup? Is he a cook or something?”

“Si. I make the best soup ever.”

Miguel, come on hombre.

“Why is he bragging about his cooking ability?”

I’m sorry. Miguel is an idiot. (I then whispered in her ear that he is angry for having syphilis.)

You see, Miguel was trying to literally translate: Te voy hacer la sopa.

I will let you Google this. Miguel is a true idiot. God bless him for trying.

Mucho Amor,

El Guapo