Taco Fridays

It's Friday night and what am I doing? I am sitting at home, writing in my blog, watching Wendy Williams on the DVR (How you doin'?) and eating hard shell turkey tacos, inspired by my friend Roberto Martin who was on the Ellen show this week making vegan tacos. He's Ellen's personal chef and we grew up together in Downey, CA back when I was the school fag and he was Bobby Martin.

It seems like life has been going incredibly fast lately, so I'm taking the opportunity to catch up on my blog. I've got lots to write about.

My boyfriend Wes and I have this thing about Fridays. It's the same thing that most people have about New Years Eve. We like to stay in or do something low key because Fridays never turn out the way yout think they're going to. I work in an entertainment office, so at about 5:15 the panic begins. It's the "oh shit, I whole week went by and I forgot to do A, B, & C" feeling. It'd be nice if once I could just slide into a Friday, but it never seems to work that way. And Wes runs an agency, so it's never easy for him on a Friday either.

We tried to make plans with friends on a Friday, but it's usually people who have more open schedules, so we're trying to make it crosstown, stop over at the house to take the dogs to poop and feed them so we don't come home from a fabulous night out to the smell of dog shit everywhere and our dogs all muddied and disgusting. And the events or dinners are always at 7 because there are people in this world who actually can start their weekend early. SO by the time we meet up at home and I take the dogs out and we get dressed and out the door, we're late. And because Wes rushes in and needs me to be dressed and ready to go, I feel pressured and then we end up being pissed at each other for the first part of the evening.

So our new routine is that we stay at the office until we need to leave. I'm usually done before he is. Then I come home and take care of the dogs. If he's still not home, I end up making dinner for myself. Usually something that's a guilty pleasure. Like a hot dog. Or tostadas. Tonight, it was turkey meat tacos. But since we've been running ourselves ragged all week with drinks and business meetings, the fridge was empty. So I decided to go supermarket shopping on a Friday.

I suppose I'd feel strange if I was single. But it's kind of nice to be at the local Pavillions where I can shop leisurly in my grey sweatpants, no undies and a big hoodie. Well, it's nice until I run into someone I know and wish I had spent 30 minutes getting my casual look together instead of actually walking out the door in an actual casual look. I see my friend...let's call him Giles from a certain support group I used to attend. He's very talkative, so it's like having my own live podcast to listen to while I'm shopping. I'm happy to listen, Giles is happy to talk.

Eventually, Giles and I part ways and I'm left alone once again to put all the things I don't need in my shopping cart like Entemann's coffee cake and Peppermint ice cream. I walk out of the parking lot and see that my Ralphs circular is in my car and tomatoes on the vine are on sale for 88 cents a pound. So since I'm having so much fun and my boyfriend hasn't texted me, I'm off to Ralphs. Or as Wes and I like to call it "Hellphs." Hellphs is Hellphs because it borders Beverly Hills and the parking lot is tiny and the old ladies who go there are slow and mean. I get a bunch of produce that's on sale and I fill up my bag full of lettuce, tomatoes, green onions, regular onions, garlic and Root Beer for $6.50. It's a bargain, so I head home.

Tacos are made. Tacos are eaten. Root beer is guzzled and here I am with Wendy on pause as I start to slow down. It's been a busy week. I've done a lot. I've thought about a lot and I think I've got a reflection filled weekend ahead.

Maybe I'll have one more taco before I start reflecting.