Sooo…I just went to Taco Bell. At 9:30 on a Sunday night. At my wife’s behest, but admittedly I was rather complicit in it as well.
Taco Bell happens in our house once a year, because Taco Bell is disgusting and I usually feel mildly trashy afterwards. But even dumber is how it happens, which invariably entails a drive for the singular purpose of Taco Bell (15 minutes round trip), and usually not even to satisfy a specific meal. We had a perfectly good dinner — homemade tomato sauce from the garden.
Ten bucks at Taco Bell. You know how much food you can get at Taco Bell for ten dollars? A ridiculous amount of food. I tried to rationlize it by considering it necessary consolation for a tough Saints loss, but that’s a cop-out. I’m a grown adult and I just drove out of my way for Taco Bell.