J managed to score a stack of cards offering free tacos passed them out at the local. there's something inherently wrong about planning for our next meal while in the middle of one but c'est la vie. lunch at the local is as chilled out as it gets. the potato skins with dips are a pile of soggy oily goodness (give me soggy fries over crispy any day!) and on top of them skins i have a personal bucket of wings. bliss! headed to town to run some errands and by 3pm felt peckish, figuring it there was ever a good time for a free taco - that was it.
cute bar, no?
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