The morning after
We’re both still feeling full from last night’s Mexistravaganza. I’m pretty sure they made those tacos out of lead dressed up to resemble carnitas.
But, on the bright side, it’s Friday morning. I love Fridays as much as I loathe Mondays. Which makes absolutely no sense because I don’t even have a job, and pretty much every day is like Sunday to me. Anyway, Fridays are a great day to start drinking early, and start planning extravagant meals that I want to make over the weekend. Also, to drink a little water because I have a strict no water policy on weekends. That shit will kill your buzz.
With this lead gut it’s hard to decide what I want to make this weekend, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to be Mexican. Sounds counterintuitive, right? It’s not really. I just have to make up for all the sucktitude of the Mexi restaurants by making something truly delicious. And by me making something truly delicious, I mean I’d like my boyfriend to make me chile verde. I’ll totally help though. And I’ll totally give you guys the recipe. And take some pics. And your mouths will water.
I gotta go drink some water and have some lasagna. Maybe more food will help the already troubling situation in my belly.