Friday, March 2, 2012

Happy Birthday Texas, you old fart.

Eighty-two degrees. One-hundred seventy-six years of independence. The ideal day for patio-sitting & Shiner-sipping. (And I don't even like beer).

I did my celebrating early... with street tacos and tequila and a whirlwind game of BINGO. Historically inappropriate, I suppose. Considering two out of the three are inherently Mexican. But you know what that says? No hard feelings, Mexico. No hay malos sentimientos.

P dot S... Can we talk about how my cousin now lives in the same city? Pretty great. She's going to teach me how to two-step. Viva la Lone Star.

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