I know, darlings, it’s a horrible name for a Mexican cantina, but we serve only the finest tequila and fresh made tortillas, with home-made salsa. And now I’m really hungry.
Surprisingly, this post isn’t really about food at all, but rather, it’s an alarm call. Call it a 5-alarm chili pepper if you like, considering we’re already talking Mexican food, but don’t hit the snooze button.
Peppers don’t have snooze buttons, Helena.
Thank you Captain Obvious. But work with me, darlings. What I’m trying to say is this:
Remember those four times you meant to pre-order Memoirs of a Dilettante? Maybe you were even chatting with me and you said — okay, going to do that now — but then the phone rang, or the neighbours knocked, or your boyfriend/girlfriend started making bedroom eyes at you — and you thought — oh well, I’ll do it later?
Well, guess what? As of today, there is no later! So put down that phone, fake that orgasm, turn those neighbours away, and go RIGHT NOW and pre-order Memoirs of a Dilettante Volume One before it’s too late! And then go finish having sex with my sincere apologies for the coitus interruptus.
The Kickstarter project officially ends at 3:00 pm E.S.T. this Saturday, March 22, and Jim and I will be answering your questions all afternoon — just go to:
NOW GO! GO! Antes que sea tarde! (Before it’s too late!)