A few weekends ago, Mike and I were just hanging out at his house, minding our business, when the power went out. It was about 6:30 pm on a Friday. We avoided opening the fridge, lit some candles, and relished in the fact that we had set the air conditioner to 62 degrees.
When Saturday morning arrived, the power had not.
Major dilemma here. Food? Not to be had. Air conditioning? Non-existent. Electricity in order to get ready for a wedding later that day? Not so much.
We had crap for breakfast - McDonald's, I think. Then we settled on Taco Bell for lunch, because we are classy, and I got this:
It was five bucks, and it was delicious. There was something called a "chalupa" in there, along with a taco, a bean burrito, and cinnamon twists! And a pop! Brilliant, Taco Bell. Brilliant.
I liked the cinnamon twists the best.
The power came back on eventually, which was slightly disappointing, since I was sort of looking forward to walking into a fast food restaurant with a hair dryer in tow.
The wedding was insane, though. And by "insane," I mean "completely over-the-top." Three-hundred guests, towering flowers, and a freaking photo booth. It was gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but it just wasn't my style.
At least my hair was dry.