Club Chalupa & Chitlins - Road trip with Dayna D

So the bestie convinced me that it would be a good idea to ride out to Missouri with her last night. I agreed because I've never been, plus I didn't really want her driving alone. I'm only going to speak on the hood ass Mexican restaurant we ended up at because I've been sworn to secrecy as to what other fuckery transpired last night. I don't remember the name of if it so that's an indication that we won't be frequenting it its bowels again. I've just been calling it Club Chalupa & Chitlins. Now this place is in Blytheville, Arkansas. We never made it to Missouri. Again, that is fuckery that I'm unable to discuss at the present. The wait staff was shitty but the food was ok and so were the drinks. The restaurant was one half of conjoined twins with a motel as the other half... *side eye* Umm...yeah... They had some boom box speakers mounted to the wall playing pop and r&b music. For some reason the gays had to come in and ruin everything. Well, actually it was only one gay that ruined anything. He was with a group of females and he's black. He and the girls had to be loud as hell were trying their damnedest to embarrass the whole race. Now, you're probably wondering why I say that he specifically ruined things. Well he was ridiculously LOUD and extra gay and dancing. So the place was loud as hell because of him and his crew. "Other" people were looking on and laughing while Dayna and I were mortified and hanging our heads in shame. Needless to say we won't be going back. I just told her that I'm blogging about the experience and she threatened my boy parts if I tell what happened on the road. Since I want my kibbles & bits to remain intact for a few more years, hasta luego putas!