Kristian and I are unwinding from a long day of sun and music by chilling out at a Mexican restaurant. Our waitress is nowhere to be found and that is just criminal. I’m fairly sure that if I don’t get a margarita soon, I shall surely perish.
No, I am not an alcoholic.
I just play one on this blog for your amusement.
Seriously, though, the mexicans have centuries of perfecting a cuisine for people who have been in a hot climate all day. I look forward to benefiting from their ageless wisdom.
I also look forward to my mother flipping tacos.
Update: mission accomplished
Dude, you’ve gotta watch out for those margaritas though… especially when you drink them at a place that has a 3 max per person… http://aquestionofperspective.com/3margaritalimit/