Notes from a cripple
The hand issue is preventing me from typing a lot, so this is gonna be short. I'm hoping just to avoid it getting dirty or anything, but I have this fear that I'll take off the bandage tomorrow and it'll just be one of those horror scenes from a movie, all "hey, what's tha - OH MY GOD, IT'S GROWING!! AND CHANGING COLOR!!! And BREATHING ON ITS OWN!!!!"
So hopefully it won't do that.
Tonight looks like I'll be hitting the Tate Modern (finally!) and then going to a "Mexican" bar. This may be somewhat of an adventure, seeing as how there appears to be no decent Mexican food anywhere in the entire city. I guess being blessed with hordes of Indian and Middle Eastern restaurants requires a compromise somewhere, but I'll just be aching for enchiladas when I get home, I can tell. Everyone tells me it's a good thing I've never had Taco Bell (save for a bag of chips, which so does not even come close to counting); I consider it an excellent thing I've never really had Taco Bell, but probably not for the same reasons they do.
So hopefully it won't do that.
Tonight looks like I'll be hitting the Tate Modern (finally!) and then going to a "Mexican" bar. This may be somewhat of an adventure, seeing as how there appears to be no decent Mexican food anywhere in the entire city. I guess being blessed with hordes of Indian and Middle Eastern restaurants requires a compromise somewhere, but I'll just be aching for enchiladas when I get home, I can tell. Everyone tells me it's a good thing I've never had Taco Bell (save for a bag of chips, which so does not even come close to counting); I consider it an excellent thing I've never really had Taco Bell, but probably not for the same reasons they do.
posted by Teri at 8:15 AM
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