Mmm.... tasty tasty tacos.
Apr. 4th, 2012 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpSo the mexican restaurant across the street (the owner who sadly passed away last month) was celebrating his birthday today with $1.50 tacos. Elinor and I decided that this sounded tasty, and we'd go there for lunch.
We walk in, and there's balloons, cupcakes, Eegee's slushies, and loud disco music. We order, get some horchata to drink and rock out dancing to 'Stayin' Alive' (curse you Muppets).
And another song goes by. And another. I learned that the lyrics to 'Bad Moon' are 'A bad moon on the rise' and not 'A bad man on the right'.
It gets shoulder to shoulder packed crowded, I stepped outside and bop to some more music, then dance with a little kid and his Mom. About which point, I'm starting to worry about time. Elinor needs to clock in promptly, unlike myself, so she heads back and I wait some more, boogying to more disco. Apperantly someone had plaed a HUGE order before us, they were laying out food in giant foil to-go platters stacked across a table.
Finally, our name gets called, and the ladies at the counter thanked me repeatedly for not only our patience, but for dancing as well. They really liked that someone was dancing, since it was a party. I smiled awkwardly back and thanked them for the food before dashing back across the street.
I couldn't tell them that I didn't know if they had a bathroom, didn't wanna take my horchata to the bathroom, and I really, really, really needed to pee....
We walk in, and there's balloons, cupcakes, Eegee's slushies, and loud disco music. We order, get some horchata to drink and rock out dancing to 'Stayin' Alive' (curse you Muppets).
And another song goes by. And another. I learned that the lyrics to 'Bad Moon' are 'A bad moon on the rise' and not 'A bad man on the right'.
It gets shoulder to shoulder packed crowded, I stepped outside and bop to some more music, then dance with a little kid and his Mom. About which point, I'm starting to worry about time. Elinor needs to clock in promptly, unlike myself, so she heads back and I wait some more, boogying to more disco. Apperantly someone had plaed a HUGE order before us, they were laying out food in giant foil to-go platters stacked across a table.
Finally, our name gets called, and the ladies at the counter thanked me repeatedly for not only our patience, but for dancing as well. They really liked that someone was dancing, since it was a party. I smiled awkwardly back and thanked them for the food before dashing back across the street.
I couldn't tell them that I didn't know if they had a bathroom, didn't wanna take my horchata to the bathroom, and I really, really, really needed to pee....
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Date: 2012-04-04 09:53 pm (UTC)I love you.