Man, it ain’t the beans, it’s the peppers and/or spices.
Seriously, I’m not fucking with you. Beans are great insoluble fiber, and they reduce the effect of the other ingredients to some degree. This is a widely used way for IBS sufferers to reduce the impact of the effect. Extra beans, as long as you aren’t sensitive to the beans themselves (which is a thing), or added dairy (again, if that isn’t a trigger for you), and doubling up the tortillas all help to some degree.
If the dish is also fatty, that’s going to end in your end not ending well. Since what a lot of people think of as “Mexican” tends to be like what you get at Chipotle or Taco Bell, the fattiness is assumed.
Acoustic? You’d need something lively and familiar. A great option for country music is “friends in low places”. Oldies, “hound dog” can get a party bouncing. More modern pop, something like cee-lo green’s “fuck you” would work okay (there’s tabs for it, and I’ve heard it done on acoustic, and it did get a crowd going).
Electric, it’s way too open, but that’s more of a party killer because it’s just too loud for small settings and good conversation, which is what actually makes a home party fun. If you wanted loud music, you’d play stuff on a stereo rather than have one guitarist noodling and fucking around (and they will noodle and fuck around, guitarists can’t help it).
So, it’s really about the crowd, in other words. Unless the crowd is musically homogeneous, you gotta go with famous songs that cross genres because of the popularity.
4 years of it in high school, and the best I can manage is sounding like a drunk 5 year old that curses with what I’m told is a Mexico City accent because the girl I dated from Mexico City taught me the fun words.
Like, I would have to have a dictionary in front of me to apologize for my bad spanish and be clearly understood. That’s how bad my Spanish is. But in my head? I’m all suave and shit. And in my dreams, I’m bloody fluent. Awake? Not even close
I mean, magic is just weird shit that isn’t fully understood yet.
That being said, you might as well look at it as branches.
Each state is a possibility, thus both exist.
The “magic” isn’t that the probabilities of either state being in effect suddenly collapsed and became reality. The magic is that by observing the result, we collapse our own probability and are suddenly aware of the branch that we exist in. But we also exist in that other branch, suddenly aware that we exist in it. But “both” of us are incapable of viewing that other branch.
Which is all mumbo-jumbo, but I’m a fiction writer, so I don’t have to be rigorous :)
The problem for us country fuckers is that cars take a beating. Then you run into a lack of parts to keep a good car that’s just old going in good trim. My car is a 2007, and I’m already running into trouble with some parts. Well, that and the fact that I let my dad drive it, and he seems to attract idiot drivers that want to hit him, so even new parts won’t always fit, which is double frustrating.
And it isn’t like we have reliable public transport as an alternative. We do have a bus line, if you don’t mind taking two hours just to get to a grocery store, standing around in southern humidity and heat, and then walking a quarter mile from the stop to the store. Which, if you’re also disabled, good luck on that last part along a crappy road with a nasty ditch. Don’t even try that in a wheelchair lol. My buddy, spider, had to get his scooter hauled out of that ditch when he tried to save gas money by using the bus.
But, yeah, the whole idea of cars as disposable to a degree has gotta stop. They’re tools, not ego extensions.