Thursday’s are always great, it’s the Tuesdays that I could never really get the hang of. Thursday traffic is for some reason always lighter than others, it’s one day away from a weekend and on normal weeks it would be a race down at Seward Park.
But not this week.
See, today is my Friday, and a half Friday at that. Tonight is our Rehearsal Dinner for the wedding and with so much to do I decided to take the rest of the week off. I teased Rosanna about wanting to race tonight if the weather turned a little better and she gave me the silent treatment. Road rash 2 days before the wedding? C’mon it’s not that bad.
So last night Ro and I headed down the street in Endolyne and ordered a giant mess of a Mexican meal. Rosanna went for a margarita that ended up being the size of my head that I just HAD to take a sip of. The second the tequila hit my lips my stomach did a back flip, convulsed and sputtered as flash backs of my Bachelor Party came rushing back. Looks like I’m not fully recovered (still)
Stupid Tequila.