Chipotle

I don't compare Chipotle with anything. To me, Chipotle is just Chipotle. And yes, I do occasionally visit one from time to time. Today is going to be an extremely busy day. Without spending too much time at a restaurant, we decided to just grab a quick lunch before running errands. Our errands include the gym and doing laundry. Great way to ruin a F'n Sunday Funday! It's called Funday for a reason. But just a quick snap of our lunch.

I had a little brown rice, because I love rice, roasted peppers, chicken, salsa verde, pico, and corn for my tacos. I'm not a chicken person, but I always order Chicken when I'm at a Chipotle.

John ate this monster of a burrito. How he was able to open his mouth so big, I wonder. and I'm in a pretty pissy mood that he didn't offer me a bite. How many times do I have to say "so how was it?" Before he realizes to share with me? I hope the spicy salsa gives him butt fires in my revenge.

What did everyone do for Halloween? I was at a Taco event in Westwood, and then spent the rest of the day editing before meeting up with my family in Chinatown to have dinner.

But from the looks of what I've been seeing, people must've partied hard last night. The bad hair day, the exhausted skin from dehydration and too much Jameson, and some, still drunk. And lost. And looking for the mercy Gods to cure their hangover.

Then again. I look back at my lunch, my errands, and things that I need to do this fine Sunday, and realize that it's not so bad. At least my hair is cute. There's an elasticity in my skin. I can still taste me food. And, I'm still alive.

So those of you who are alive, and not infected with intoxication, CHEERS to a fabulous Sunday!

daisy