As the party ended cries for Taqueria grub gathered into a wall of sound. Actually, there wasn't any such wall of sound, I have no idea why I just wrote that sentence.
I had the plain quesadillas with a horchata. Satisfying and cheap. The boyfriend had a veggie burrito and I took a bite.
There were a lot of hand signs being thrown around. A guy, absolutely and totally not a member of our group, got down on the Taqueria floor and seemd to be moving in the way one associates with snow angels. Make of that what you will.
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I could really go for a Horchata about now...dang, I miss that stuff!
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