this, madam, is a faithful narrative

[asimplechord]

+ I just had the most delicious meal. Basically, it was avocado, cheese, and chicken (I'd've liked no meat, or beans in place of meat, but the choices were chicken or taco meat; I'll leave the discussion about the regional definition of "taco meat" for another day) mashed together, breaded, fried, and smothered in salsa. DELICIOUS

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[why_me_why_not]

I've got an issue with my YAGKYAS - I know what I want to write, but I've got the POV wrong. I keep meaning to email you & J but things are crazy ridiculous here and I don't think I'll be able to even think about it until next week.

Boo for the laundry situation, I know how that sucks. I let ours pile up SO MUCH when our dryer went out. Good thing we all have a ton of clothes.

[asimplechord]

I have the basic idea, but I've had stuff to do every night, it feels like. :(

I did all our laundry the first weekend we got back from Italy, and I have enough socks and underwear and work clothes to make it, but Aaron wants to take the same clothes he wears on the weekend to NoLa so we had to cart all his stuff to the laundromat last night. :/

[why_me_why_not]

Should've made Aaron do it himself! Lol.

[asimplechord]

I considered that, but we had other errands to run out that direction, so. *sigh* So many quarters.

[jmc_bks]

You had me sold with the avocado and cheese. Also, I'm perplexed by the idea that there is a specific thing such as taco meat -- is it not just any type of meat mixed with taco seasoning

[asimplechord]

Usually it's ground or shredded beef, but that varies depending on what's cheap and available by location. Also, the quality of the meat varies WIDELY.

We did not go with the washer/dry single machine for that very reason. It looks pretty and takes less space, BUT.

Do you prefer that Brad and Walt are a couple, or just going as pals?

[jmc_bks]

Whichever suits you is fine with me.

[asimplechord]

Brad gave Walt the tickets for his birthday. He figured that Walt would take Ray or Jacks or someone with him to the Jimmy Buffett concert, but Walt actually asked Brad to come.

He couldn't say no, no matter how much he wanted to.

Two hours in - apparently pre-gaming it is a thing with parrotheads - he's pretty sure he's got a contact high, and he has no idea where Walt disappeared to, but assumes he'll be back eventually, probably with overpriced nachos and a margarita bigger than his head. But the people-watching is hilarious and amazing, and Brad's got a cold Corona, so he'll just settle back on their blanket on the hill and pretend to listen to the music until he falls asleep.