2013: Duhduhduh, and another one bites the dust. Spanish Kitchen no existo no more’o.
I’m one of those people who can never truly enjoy the last day of vacation. A day or two before leaving a trip I start getting mopey about its eminent end, making it impossible for me to even enjoy the last few hours of relaxation and freedom from work. Sundays are the same – I wake up stressing about the arrival of Monday morning, sad I won’t be able to sleep in, bummed its my last day of socially acceptable day drinking before 5 days of being semi-responsible.
For this very reason Sunday distractions are incredibly important: Big fun plans that keep me buzzed, busy, and distracted. Bottomless Mimosas are always a start but it is vitally important to keep the party going into happy hour and dinner time – so I don’t turn into <womp womp> Debbie Downer.
I can think of few better ways to stay happily intoxicated, fat, and distracted than discounted margaritas, cheap tequila shots, and 50% off food at the Spanish Kitchen on a Sunday evening:
This certainly wont make Mondays more bearable (add headache to a general case of the Mundays = yuk) but with chips, salsa, a giant plate of tacos, and a couple Tecates: I might actually start surviving Sundays without bumming out myself + all my friends.