Steven was off today and we had lunch at our fave Mexican joint. This is
an exaggeration but I think we ordered one of everything on the menu. I am
*stuffed* and Steven is drunk as a skunk. I don't know how many top shelf
margs he downed, but it was way more than a normal human could handle. We
were there almost 4 hours. We had fajitas, beef and chicken enchiladas,
every sauce one can imagine. We had chips, salsas, queso you name it. I'm
about to explode AND I had to drive home. Steven is passed out in the den.
My brined chicken is still in the fridge staring at me. It's got to be
cooked soon.
Michael <- non drinker but still a party animal
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"The first zucchini I ever saw I killed it with a hoe."
John Gould, Monstrous Depravity, 1963