Hello, world. Happy humpday. I woke up to sunshine and vomit. Shawshank woke up to darkness and snow. I don’t know which of those options is the lesser evil.
Yesterday was a “bad food” day. I’d like to say that phrase means I had a bunch of stuff I normally wouldn’t eat. Instead, both meals I had were just bad. We went out for lunch with the “ladies luncheon”. This is a group of old biddies in Mom‘s expanded friend group. Mom only knows about half their names. It was supposed to be Mexican food. I was promised Mexican food. THE SIGN SAID MEXICAN.
You can imagine my disappointment after getting a plate full of the least flavorful enchiladas, beans, and rice I have ever encountered. The chicken was really dry. Everything was seasoned to an appropriate white people level. The most flavorful items on the table were the just-turning-stale tortilla chips and the fun-sized candy bars the one-eyed woman gave everyone. Later, we went to the Compound for dinner. Brian’s mom made salmon trout. It was ok. She made a big pan of some type of sauteed vegetables, which I made a point to stay away from. There was a questionable rice and chicken side dish, which I’m pretty sure was some leftovers. I can only hope it was from sometime in the last couple of days and not before their three-week road trip.
I have three weeks until my trip. I haven’t stopped internally freaking out since I bought the tickets 6 weeks ago.
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