I fucking hate hot dogs!!!!!

How come, in a city "catered" to tourists like Granada there are no fucking vegetarian street food options? Actually there are no street food options past ten at night that are not hot dogs!!!! What the fuck, as you may have already been able to tell IO am a pit tipsy, a lot hungry, and have been forced to eat hot dogs for the first time since I saw the Simpsons where Lisa becomes a vegetarian. To paraphrase the episode, she goes through the lunch line with a tray and the lunch lady offers her chicken strips but she imagines baby chickens and says no, then she is offered lamb but she imagines baby lambs and says no again, finally she is offered a hot dog and she imagines, a snake, boot, tin can and a question mark. So true, what the hell are in hot dogs anyway, except for pieces of meat unable to be used as real meat and so they are pressed together, dyed and flavored, and vola! Hot dogs! Ok now imagine a Central American version of that... on a white bun, cold with ketchup and mustard... thats what I just ate, and I feel as if I will barf soon. In fact, it would probably be a good thing if I do, my stomach is turning over and I feel crazy naseaus. Stupid boys, I am completely blaming this on Pete and Frenchie who decided that it would be a great idea to drink our dinner, "saves money and gets you drunk"; well I am already a light weight and I had not eaten since breakfast due to the heat of the day and traveling all day so by the time we left the bar after a great St. Paddy´s day celebration I was drunk, and painfully hungry.

Then they boys eat hot dogs and leave me to wander around the city by myself at night trying to find food, honestly what good are they? The whole reason I travel with boys is so that I don´t hasve to wander around at night by myself. Otherwise I would definately be traveling alone, in fact I think I may need to remedy this situation by meeting up with some of my girlfriends down here and having some girl time where I can eat vegetarian food, gossip, go out dancing without two boys towering over me, and just generally have some space.

I might just be mad, sick, and tired, but I do enjoy traveling alone quite a lot and I have not been doing it since Guatemala so it might be time to remedy the situation. But it was a good night, we met a local guy who is going to take us to tour the cigar factories and maybe to a chicken fight tomorrow. I know what you think, tourist trap right, but honestly he went to college in the States and it just seems like he misses the company of Americans. We already explained to him we are broke tourist, but it does seem like it will be a hell of a time if I am judging from earlier tonight. Plus I absolutely love cigars, call me weird but I feel so powerful holding a stoggie in my mouth, ha ha. Ok I should head to bed.