robert and i have a little game we like to play called "it's a day that ends in y, wanna get mexican food?"
it's quite a fun game, really.
we found ourselves deep in the city on saturday night. with a sleepy pup at home and nowhere to be for hours. we sat in deep booths and ate lobster tacos, lapping up a long supper. then we got coffee and sat outside and people watched. i used to think the airport was the best place to do this. but really, anywhere with a bench and a close proximity to wal-mart is a sure bet as well.
there's something about mexican restaurants that makes me never want to leave. i can't tell if its the spunky decor, with the sombreros on the walls and the vibrant tiled floors, or the divinely decadent food. the guacamole is the deciding factor for me. i once loved a mexican restaurant until i was served a bowl of entirely creamy, totally smooth guacamole. no thank you.
we ended the night driving through back roads all the way home, sinking into the couch to catch up on E! news before bed.
a man who loves salsa and lets me indulge in celebrity gossip? did i make a good choice or what?