People who are not from El Paso don't get the allure of this local establishments and its tacos. I gave up trying to explain it a long time ago. You have to be from El Paso to understand why, Chico's Tacos, is one of the reasons ex-locals keep coming back to this desert city.
Maybe it's because Chico's Tacos conjures up memories of those formative years when the simplest pleasures came from hanging out with friends and going out for late-night Chico's after a weekend party, to go over the night's events.
|My childhood friends all grown up|
That's me, fourth from the left, next to my twin sister on my right
We've moved away, changed jobs, gotten married, had kids gotten divorced and remarried again. I hadn't seen some of these friends, since our last reunion, five years ago. But that didn't matter. The connection was still as strong.
We have been to each other's quinceañeras, college graduations, birthday parties, baby showers, weddings, Vegas trips, and family funerals.
Having all met, when we were at the cusp of becoming adolescents, we not only witnessed each other's transformation, but took part in it as well. We learned to "do the Hustle" together at the Lady of the Light church hall and middle school cafeteria theme-dances. We slow-danced with each other, left-right-left-right, as the DJ played the Stylisitics' "You Make Me Feel Brand New."
Our first girl-boy kisses and romantic relationships were with each other. Our first drinks and unfortunate hangovers, happened in each other's company.
|Some of the girls who've made my teen years and beyond, positively memorable|
We all simulated each other in the latest fashions and hair styles. If I could find all the pictures that show us wearing super-cool permed hair-do's, I'd burn them all. Sassoon, Gloria Vanderbilt and Ditto jeans with cowboy boots for the girls. Pants so tight, we'd need assistance in zipping up. The boys also wore tight jeans, polo shirts with collars flipped up, and custom-made cowboy boots. Some wore wrangler jeans because, it was Texas, after all.
|Henderson Middle School Newspaper staff|
That's me in in the front, bottom left wearing the brown plaid shirt
We played team sports together, skipped class together, attended rock concerts together and most of all, laughed real hard together. We dressed like Pat Benetar, and crossed the border into Juarez, Mexico, to the Electric Q nightclub, and danced 'til sunrise.
The things we laughed about then, and laugh about now, are the things that one had to be there for, from the beginning, to understand. Just like Chico's Tacos.
As the years go by, we age and grey a little more in between our reunions. Yet, we always pick up where we left off, never missing a beat.
Our decades-long group friendship, is not about competing for who has the best job, or who makes more money or who has the best marriage or has the most hair left. It's about those simple years that brought us together so long ago through school district zoning.
This time around, I felt an unspoken acknowledgment amongst us all. That this friendship we have developed over the years, is one to be cherished more than ever. Here's to Chico's Tacos and The Thomas Jefferson, Silver Foxes, class of 1982.
|Thomas Jefferson High School Class of 1982|