mexican food is the devil's creation. at first thought it proposes a wealth of happiness and satisfaction; what you don't know is that agreeing to it's terms is basically agreeing to spend an eternity (or atleast a couple of hours) in hell.
so yesterday we made the trip down to see Ems in her cute little college town of San Diego. we arrived at 6 or 7pm and decided that dinner was on the agenda, and after a quick brainstorming session we were off to El Torito mexican restaurant. oh how that was a bad move.
now don't get me wrong the food was good, the atmosphere was nice and the company was fun, however it seems that with mexican food specifically your stomach tends to deceive you into thinking you're still hungry even after 2 baskets of complimentary chips & salsa, some kind of entree "sampler" of nachos, buffalo wings, quesadillas etc. and a main of two tacos & a cheese filled enchilada. throw in a margarita and you're in for a very unhappy ending. and that's exactly what i got. hell, the mere thought of mexican makes my stomach cringe with fear. and i didn't even have the "Macho Combo", which i think its safe to say definitely got the better of one David Novak.
After a nice relaxing day at the beach today i was able to work on a nice little tan (not) and recover from the horrors of last night. What a nice little getaway to San Diego it turned out to be.
Next stop: Las Vegas. Where better to spend 2 days in Sin City than the 5-star Trump Tower, central to Vegas' most popular casinos. On Friday night we'll be gambling our savings away to the tune of free booze, endless shrimp cocktails and sleazy wedding bells in what should prove to be a fitting segway to the hustle & bustle of New York New York. Granted i don't leave everything at the blackjack table. its Vegas baby!
bye for now
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