i'd missed my friends and went to "taco tuesday" with them last night (i know, i know, last night was thursday, but that's just what they call it). for the record, i fucking hate theme nights. i hate drink specials, i hate dinner specials, in fact, i hate specials. who are you to tell me something is special, anyway?specials are almost as bad as "champagne thursdays" which is something i heard about from a jowled coworker at a law firm who looked like an angry bulldog. as it turns out, a lot of people are into this. they buy some korbel (and sometimes strawberries, which sounds like another bad suggestion from marie claire or cosmo) and get sloshed on thursday nights, because nothing's better than going into work on friday with a hangover.
anyway, i'd bet that 80% of the people at taco tuesday (alliterative, by the way, how clever) also celebrate champagne thursday. what i really should have done was photograph the number of faded tattoos on upper arm fat as a warning for people who think that taco tuesdays and champagne thursdays won't catch up with them.
i was happy to spend time with my friends, but i could have done without the crowd that looked like the USS Asshole had just docked outside. we got tacos (duh), guacamole, chips, salsa and drinks. we lasted about thirty minutes before we got the check and split.
maybe i'll go again next tuesday and have enough $6 taco-and-margarita combos to think it's a good idea to get an upper arm tattoo. if my friends will drive me home after, i'll be forever grateful. i'll even have them over next thursday night for some korbel and strawberries.
2 comments:
ummmm, that picture is making me super hungry right now, i'm gonna go make myself a quesadilla.
will you PLEASE come down and visit soon? promise i won't involve u in any theme days.
you sound so sour i'd think you were french! good work!
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