What do you get when you combine two of my favorite things? A family dinner with my pal Lizzie Beth! She recently bought a new crib (well probably two cribs...a house and an actual crib...she recently found out she had an inside baby) so John, Gabe & I went to see both. Um, sorry inside baby, but the house was a little more exciting. It's always fun seeing places in person that you've read so much about on the interwebs, ya know? Anyway, her and JEGS took us to their favorite Mexican joint that was the perfect combination of not-a-chain and not-a-dump. We highly enjoyed it.
I hate when pregnant chicks look better than me non-pregnant. Bumm to the er.
You know who else highly enjoyed it? Gabers. More specifically, he couldn't get enough of the roving mariachi band. As soon as they came round the bend, he didn't take his eyes off them.
So I guess if that whole lifeguard gig doesn't work out, then there's certainly a pair of bedazzled pants in his future.
Unless he was just trying to steal the guy's tips. In that case, good for you Gabe. It's about time you paid for dinner. And speaking of dinner, it was fantastic. Although, to be honest, I'm not sure I've ever had bad Mexican food. And when you've got a nice feller making your guac from scratch at your table, well, not much can beat it, ya know?
So if you and your family ever want to host mine for dinner, we'd gladly take you up on it. But please make sure there's entertainment. Otherwise, I'm definitely hiring a mariachi band to follow us around to keep Gabe from doing the restaurant screamies.
Have a frigid weekend friends!