Arroz con Mariachi!

So, my brother Brian, (who is much smarter than me) has asked me to bring my guitar with me when I come down to Huatulco, Mexico this coming week.

This could be a good thing or a bad thing, because truth be told, I am a pretty sucky guitar player. But nevertheless, if music be the food of love, give me that and a side of chili rejeno, right?!

I hope he realizes though, that I hope to start up my own local Mariachi band there. Except I want to see if I can get all the local little kids to sing "Rock You like a Hurricane" or "Can't Touch This" or perhaps some trippy Doors/Jim Morrison rant.

Yeah, that would be cool. In our spiffy black Antonio Banderas "Desperado" outifits.

Oh hell, I'll keep practicing La Bamba.
J

"¿Padre?

¿Si, hijo?

Quiero matarle...

ESTE ES EL FINAL. EL FINAL MI AMIGOOO...*

(*spanish lyrics to the Doors, The End courtesy of SpanishTranslate.com)