Two things I miss dearly.

Back in highschool, Christina invited me one night for two dollar tacos at a great mexican bistro down the street from my house. This place was normally very expensive, so the decor and atmosphere was classy, yet for some reason, on mondays and tuesdays, we were able to dine for under $10 a pop.

I went, met her friends she normally went with, got to know them all, and had a great time. We went every week for our entire senior year of high school. The bartender knew our orders, where we lived, our schools, majors, ages, everything. We were some serious regulars, and only one of us could drink.

No punchline, just feeling nostalgic