Our
favourite memories of our favourite Mexican.
· The
Butcher. Meat. Meat. Meat. We would love Meating Juan on
a Friday night at his house for a feast of Argentinian delicacies. We
would drink and devour whilst Juan would mutter “fucking kiwis”. Ironically, it
was Juan who christened me El Carnicero.
· The
Fisherman. The time Jeremy, Juan and I went “fishing”. Single headedly the most
unsuccessful fishing trip of all time. Not a fish caught, in fact I don’t think
Juan has caught a fish since living in Sydney. My fishing rod snapped within 5
minutes, we ended up spending most of the day playing football and drinking
beer on the beach.
· The
Tramp. Juan dressed as a lesbian, oh no wait, that was me. We walked for 16
days from one coast of Australia to the next. The beer at the end in Cronulla
is still one of the great beers I have had.
· The
Dancer. Kendra’s 30th birthday.
Juan spotted something that tickled his fancy. Not the beauty one would
normally go for, she was somewhat light headed. Green and of the reptile
species, they danced the night away together as the love boat sailed into the
sunrise.
· The
friend. We love Juan for his constant smile and for always being there for us.
Our engagement party, the endless drinks we would have, Juan is always smiling,
and for that, we love him.
Happy
Birthday you bloody bastard.
James and Lisa
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