I ate so much food last night, guys. It was the first time, in a long long time, I actually ate myself sick.
Not super proud of that, but there it is.
I made it through the WHOLE holiday season stomachache and gluttonous-guilt-free, and then we went out to dinner at El Dorado (think gourmet Mexican food seasoned with crack) and I was unstoppable.
(Image nabbed from their website because some irresponsible blogger didn’t take any pictures.)
First, we got the goat cheese empanadas, which were like little puffy goat cheese miracles. Then, I had the fish tacos—and I’ve been known to offer up my first born for a good plate of fish tacos.
And somehow, for reasons I will never be able to explain, Brent ordered a pork burrito that was even better than my tacos.
Reason for the night out: Brent’s 30th birthday (happy birthday babe!). We met up with some friends for dinner, followed by a movie (#partyanimals). We saw American Hustle and I thought it was ok…pretty slow, but ok. (Case in point: one of our friends slept through the entire second half. Ha!) Also—and I’ll probably get my house egged for this—but I thought Jennifer Lawrence was kind of horrible. Sorry.
This morning, I tried to sweat out my overindulgence sorrows. Luckily, I had a workout buddy. Turns out Mase does a mean squat!
(Please disregard my super attractive black socks. And horrible squats. Actually—just watch the kid.)
The rest of the day will be devoted to birthday treats (Brent’s hinting at pizza) and family hang time.
Since I clearly don’t have much to say, maybe I should point you to some other people who do.
You might even call these…WEEKEND READS.
Hope you’re having a great weekend!