In my neighborhood (what you saw -- that main street -- is basically all the restaurants there are, though there are a few on the side streets), there's 3 restaurants that sell tacos. One is just tacos (they also have guac and stuff), and has the largest number of vegetarian tacos (at least 3). The other 2 restaurants have larger menus but have good tacos, too. They're all basically 2 blocks apart. It's hilarious that there are so many taco places in one small neighborhood. We're not the dang barrio. (Though one of the restaurants is, in fact, named Barrio.)
Oh, also a Taco Bell, but we ignore that unless I really want a Dorito taco.
Man, I could really go for a Dorito Taco.
I've never wanted a Dorito Taco before, but tonight I'd eat one.
Man, our local Bell is down for reno, but I would possibly kill for a Cool Ranch taco right now.
Unofficial congrats Hillary! Also - in addition to eateries with their own takeout service, for a fee there are services in Cincinnati that will deliver from places that don't have their own trucks - for a fee of course, but available. And there appear to be lots of vegan places, and a lot those not exclusively vegan offer vegan choices. There are also multiple ways to get groceries delivered. And at least one pharmacy delivers! So, when - Goddess forbid - you have a bad health day and are out of stuff you can get essentials delivered instead of having to drive while miserably sick or in pain cause you have no choice. Being in an actual city, even if not the worlds biggest city, will make one hell of a difference to your happiness, I suspect.
Hey, Tep: I was looking through the archives from a decade ago, and found the following exchange between us
And I confess I don't understand how the whole girl-boy thing works, how two people can love each other AND *like* each other, which is a completely different kettle of fish. And I get that it's just as important, but....I guess I've never been friends with anyone I was in love with.
(my response)
I have faith that someday, you will be, and that no matter how far you've travelled to get there, you wouldn't change a step on the path, because hey: there you are. (Note to self: I'm either turning into Keanu or Oz.)
And you know what? I am so damn happy for you and that fellow you married. Like Leslie Knope and Ben Wyatt, you love him and you like him. And that's awesome.
OH! And apparently, you were never dating Bob Dole.
::sniffle::
That is awesome. Where does the time go?
About taco's. (My new job likes carrots.) The hospital cafeteria has Taco Salad Wednesday. The other admins in my department get together every week for it and hang out on the lower balcony of the WIMR towers that overlook the Healing Garden. And if you go up another half level (second floor level), there's a rooftop garden. Not sure about all the people yet, but I fucking love this new workplace.
So, when - Goddess forbid - you have a bad health day and are out of stuff you can get essentials delivered instead of having to drive while miserably sick or in pain cause you have no choice.
Also friends who are happy to run errands. I'm an excellent minion.
And you know what? I am so damn happy for you and that fellow you married. Like Leslie Knope and Ben Wyatt, you love him and you like him. And that's awesome.
Awww, man. I still feel like he's a fluke, because I still don't get how it happened. I'm so poorly socialized and awkward, and my sexuality is so, so, SO grey-A, the fact that I'm married is amazing, let alone married to someone who is the goddamn best.
OH! And apparently, you were never dating Bob Dole.
To my unending relief, indeed, I was not.
Unofficially, congrats, Hil!
