Going out on a Wednesday night is pretty wild for us,
like so wild that the mere prospect of it sent Sena into a dither all day.
She coated her face in make-up at around nine this morning and reapplied hourly.
She could not bear to listen to anything her mama had to say and was threatened more times than I care to admit.
The dinner almost got called off at about six different turns, but in the end, salsa, tortillas, and refried beans won out. And the margarita, it was well deserved.
Cheers to our new town's new Mexican restaurant and it's sort of bizarre, but also strangely lovable, "American football" mural.
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