Firstly, I must apologise for any typos I may make, or silliness. I found half a bottle of red wine that Mum had left behind (I’ll buy you a new bottle, Mum, I promise!) and I am a Moscato drinker which has very little alcohol, so this red wine is having quite an affect on me!
I was lucky enough for my friend Kristy to be spending the work week in Melbourne. So we went out for dinner again on Thursday. It was a hoot. Especially when I went to the toilets and the sensor light switched off and made it so dark that I was unable to see anything and worried that someone had actually switched the light off in readiness to kill me. Then I realised that if I couldn’t even do up my fly in such darkness, the murderer probably wouldn’t have been able to kill me.
We went to Taco Bills. It was the smallest Taco Bills ever. And hidden away. We were very surprised. My super spiky high heels weren’t conducive to walking up and down the three flights of stairs, particularly after the carafe of Mexican punch (non alcoholic red cordial) we had consumed. It was economical at $6.95 to get a litre, though felt just as detrimental as if we’d drunk a litre of real punch. Hyperactive!
I love the contrast of the limes with the bright red punch.
I said to Kristy, ‘I don’t know if we can drink a litre of that stuff.’
She replied, ‘Yeah, we were a bit ambitious.’
But we drank it all!
We ate the following:
Beef rolled up in corn tortillas. I didn’t say this at the time, but they sort of looked like Schmackos, but didn’t taste like them. Once when I was a kid I ate a dog biscuit, and also some fish food. So I can vouch that our first course at Taco Bills tasted much better than Schmackos. Unless Schmackos have changed their recipe.
Chicken burritos with rice and beans. We probably didn’t need this course because we were SO FULL, but we powered on. Because there are starving children in third world countries, I felt the need to eat the whole burrito.
And this is how fabulous we looked, combined with some of the funny things we said (I typed them into my iPhone for future use – well they were funny at the time! I guess you had to be there….):
Kristy: ‘Did she forget her pants? Everyone that reads your blog will think I am the meanest girl in the world.’ (For the record, Kristy is not mean, she was merely reacting to a girl that should have been wearing pants underneath her dress that was more like a tee shirt.)
So it was a wonderful night. I went to bed feeling like a whale covered in melted cheese. Kristy is awesome!
(PS: no jeans buttons were undone in the car).
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