driving down 24th street. Randall was starving so he suggested we stop
somewhere for a bite. We weren't sure what was on the menu, but there
was a rare free parking spot, so we took it. When we got out of the
car we discovered that it happened to be in front of a taqueria. I
ended up ordering two tacos, one roasted veggies and one marinated
tofu. Randall asked what chicago had done to me (there were lots of
tasty looking meat options). I told him that the tofu looked delicious
and that I was balancing out the world for niki. She's a vegetarian
friend who slipped and had some salami the other day. I figured my
tofu would help reset the universe.
