Better Than Tacos

[batskeets]

At Saturday's party, typsie was telling folks to go to my Birthday Happy Hour yesterday, noting that I'm apparently "better than tacos." (i.e. Taco Monday) Hee hee. If I ever run for office, my campaign slogan must now be: "Vote Sarah: It's better than tacos!" I don't know about you, but I love me a good taco, so how can I not win with that much awesome power? XD

I had such a great weekend. The party and the time at home was just what the doctor ordered. And I'm soooo glad Happy Hour worked out! I always get nervous about hosting anything big or party-like because I'm a worrywart and I think nobody's going to come. Thank you guys for proving me wrong. (again) I'll get it through my head some day.

The senior rep proof book I'm working on will be *really* cute, and I've been hitting it hard for the last day or two, so I can get it done and printed. I've found myself on this mad productivity jag, and I'm not sure if that's due to the recent healthy lifestyle changes, or if it's just my usual cycle of high points that are soon followed by crushing lows and hermit-y behavior. But, eh, I shouldn't question it. :)

Comments

[typsie.livejournal.com]

Physicists have long been looking for a "theory of everything," one elegant equation that can explain and predict the nature of the universe. And now we know it!

The formula is: skeets > tacos :D

[katlyn.livejournal.com]

In fact, in this picture, Berg seems to be explaining just how MUCH better than tacos Skeets is:




It made me LOL. ;>

[phasmaphobic.livejournal.com]

This reminds me of an anecdote. In my sophomore year of High School, my best bud Greg Brown and I made a bunch of posters and hung them all over our rather sprawling school (which at one time in the past was an old Spanish settlement fort). These posters all said "FREE TACOS!" and "Courtesy of Paco's Tacos (TM)!" with arrows pointing down the hall.

We would have a blast watching people see the posters and then walk all over the school trying to find these nonexistent free tacos.

[phasmaphobic.livejournal.com]

Oh, and another!

Every since I started hanging out with Bethany, we have frequently found ourselves buying each other tacos, be it at Taco Bell, Ole Ole, Cha Cha Cha, or otherwise. It has come to the point where we have declared the Taco to be the official currency of our friendship, and it's even started to spread.

1: "Hey, would you give me a ride into town?"
2: "Yeah, that'll cost ya two tacos."

1: "Hey, I'll cover your entry to the club tonight, you owe me three tacos though."

It works out very, very well.