I had a really healthy workday yesterday, I was at the office righting wrongs until 7:30 and I was so hungry when I left. Sometimes I get too hungry to have any idea as to what I want to eat, but this time I knew exactly what I needed, I needed Taco Bell. That's all there was to it.
I've got a good tradition of having pictures of Mike and I eating Mexican fast-food together (search for those posts yourself, I'm too full of tacos right now to do it myself), so why stop now, right?
I really wanted to order something I don't usually have, so I got the Mexican Pizza along with my tacos. It isn't nearly as wild as the pizzas I had in Mexico (the country where hot dogs are as legitimate a meat as beef and chicken for cooking purposes) but it switched things up and kept the meal exciting. While I didn't exactly spend $2,000 , I did get a lot to eat (especially after I helped Mike finish his nachos) and regreted it for the rest of the night. Ah, sweet sweet Taco Bell regret.