Taco Night

As much as I suck at planning events, I still love trying to plan them and coming up with new fun things to do. I also prefer for these things to be planned in advance, because I’m a crazy psycho scheduler (different from planning, because it only requires me to organize myself) and I like to get my social ducks in a row.

This is the reason I’m so excited for the monthly DC blogger/blog reader/Twitter meet-ups. Every third Wednesday. Mark your calendars.

In a similar manner, another group of friends and I have recently decided to have monthly get-togethers of our own. It all started with Taco Night.

I have a funny story about tacos, but I’m actually planning to start a new story-telling thing next week, so I’ll save it. Plus, it’s kind of gross and wouldn’t fit in here.

Anyways, my friend Unmani hosted taco night and it was awesome. I’d had a terrible day, so I was very happy for friends, grub and Corona.

Corona Light, because I’m ballooning at a pretty steady pace these days. I arrived early and assisted with the meat preparation. Unmani had never cooked with beef before, so I stepped up to do the dirty work.

She added all the spices, and it turned out great. Everyone chipped in to help, so dinner was ready in no time.

I made a giant taco salad instead of using any shells. I like to think this allowed for more cheese and sour cream.

The food was great, but it was also fun just to hang out. There were even kids there, and I kind of liked them. This is a big deal folks.

Kids that plank are pretty cool. The boy was hilarious and a total flirt, and the baby was adorable. I kept my distance for the most part, but maybe this is the start of a less child-fearing life.

What do you like on your tacos/taco salad? I don’t think there’s anything I don’t like. Beans, salsa, sour cream, guac, cheese, tomatoes, olives, peppers… you name it, I’ll put it on!

Up. Down. Hot.

Well, I’ve had a lovely morning so far.

The power went out in most of my building last night. The downside? I had no air conditioning. The upside? I had electricity, so I could at least watch TV.

I managed fairly well without the a/c. I just got naked and kept a fan near me at all times.

Unfortunately, the power in the building was not restored by the time I woke up this morning. So… that meant they only had one elevator running on a generator. The downside? Waiting 15 minutes for it to arrive in a non-air-conditioned hallway and then squeezing into a literal hot box with 30 strangers. The upside? All that sweating must have been good detoxification. Like a mini sauna.

After a very long elevator ride, where we stopped on each floor to pack more people into the sardine can, I arrived at my car… only to find I didn’t have my car key.

I had two options. Wait for the elevator again and repeat the process outlined above, or go for the stairs.

So… I climbed up 12 flights of stairs in a non air-conditioned stairwell in heels.  The downside? I thought I was going to die. I hadn’t eaten or had any water yet. I was overheated, stressed because I was late for work and pissed off that I’d spent 20 minutes blow drying my hair only to have it stick to my head in a less attractive manner than if I had run a half marathon. The upside? I feel a lot better about my decision to skip the gym this morning. Also, I’m glad I only live 12 flights up. Any more would have been slightly unreasonable.

So, that’s how I kicked off this beautiful Friday. Aren’t things like that are supposed to happen on Mondays? I’m not impressed.

I know I shouldn’t complain though. It’s hot everywhere and I just had one bad incident. There are people that have to work in the heat every day, or worse, live outside in it. I know I’m lucky.

But I still felt compelled to share that lovely story.

Before all that, I had planned to do a whole post about how I actually cooked last night and it was awesome and prove to you that my asparagus really was purple, but that ship has sailed. So I’ll just show you the pictures and depart for now.

See? Purple. See? Dinner. Oooh. Aaaah.

Now I need to drink another gallon of water and complain about my morning to anyone who’ll listen.

Happy Friday!