CHEAP EATS I can tell you where to get pork tacos if your car breaks down in Petaluma and you have to wait for Kragen to test your battery, which for some reason takes an hour. I speak from experience; it's just not mine. My only experience with experiences like this are vicarious. Now. As you know, I drive a new car and have gotten in the bad habit of getting where I'm going.
Which is nice, in a way, but my chances of marrying a tow truck driver are greatly reduced. Not to mention a Good Samaritan with a wrench. Not to mention early lunch at an unexpected hole-in-the-wall next to Kragen's. How am I supposed to discover such discoveries?
That's where friends with unreliable cars come in. And where would I be without them? Not at Taqueria Los Potrillos No. 1 in Petaluma, contemputf8g soccer posters, soccer trophies, and pictures of a guy named Hector Murillo with his arm around various and sundry soccer stars and, for all I know, stars who are stars of other things that aren't soccer, such as ...
Well, I can't think of any examples right now.
"Today I got up at 6, left at 7, and broke down in Petaluma," my friend the Jungle had written in his e-mail. He described his consolation tacos as "out of this world" and "amazing" "the best al pastor taco I've ever had in my life, I swear."
And to think he was having it at a time of frustration and despair. And for breakfast!
I had mine later that same day, for dinner, and I would agree with my buddy's alacritous taco take whole-stomachfully, except that in my life, "the best al pastor taco I've ever had" doesn't amount to very many beans. I'm more of a carnitas chica.
Or was. Now I don't know.
I love it when life or pork shakes you up like this. Don't you? You think you're straight, and then you're gay, or vice versa, or you think you're bi and then it turns out that in fact, you are bi, but your favorite kind of taco is al pastor, not carnitas.
As you may know, I am hyperbolically fickle when it comes to food, incoherently queer when it comes to sex, insane in love, and queerly incoherent as a writer. What else is there? For me, pride is not possible. But I wish you all the very best. While you're reading this I will be dancing with animals, I'm pretty sure, at the Berlin Zoo. Not being proud so much as slightly drunk, I predict, and very very happy.
I'll be being the B and the T. You bring the lettuce.
I write to you from an airplane over the Atlantic Ocean, at twilight. Tomorrow morning I will wake up, if I sleep, 5,658 miles away from the nearest Guardian news box. In other words, now would be the perfect time to say something really really offensive. I wish I could think of a way to piss off almost everyone, but I'm in this sort of uncaffeinated slow and soupy Ativan cloud right now, and, realistically, the best I can hope to do from here would be to mildly annoy a handful of lesbians.
Well, let me just pose it as a question, and then finish talking about tacos. What's the difference between a march and a parade? That's the question. My thinking is a parade is for showing off, being proud, putting on a show ... and a march is all that too, only less organized and more to the point: the point being to rally the troops, gather momentum, numbers, spontaneous support. No? Now go look at the Web page for the dyke march that happens here every Pride weekend on Saturday night, and wonder with me: they talk a lot of talk about inclusion, then ask roughly half the population of San Francisco to politely stand on the sidelines and clap.
Sounds like a parade to me. Sounds like, if you don't need men out there in the street with you, congratulations, your work is done.
The tacos were awesome. The green salsa was delicious. The chips were fresh. Oh, and check out the bleeding Jesuses in the window of the grocery store/carniceria two doors down, all crucified and shit, sad eyes turned toward heaven, wondering: "Is there a bi march?"
TAQUERIA LOS POTRILLOS
Mon.Fri., 9 a.m.10 p.m.;
Sat.-Sun., 8 a.m.10 p.m.
355 E. Washington, Petaluma
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L.E. Leone's new book is Big Bend (Sparkle Street Books), a collection of short fiction.