holy moly there is a teeny tiny mexican joint at the end of my street.
i JUST found it.
it's like the way more mexican version of budgee's burrito's.
it kick's so much ass.
the little old mexican lady who was running the till
smiled at me in pride when i said 'absolutely yes', to hot sauce.
i guess they don't get many yes's in this city.
yesterday as i was about to get on the metro,
there were two cops just outside the entrance,
and one was looking at me, so as i got close,
i looked back and said
'yes?', thinking there was a problem with the metro or something.
he was just flirting.
his name was thierry.
i went out for drinks with, what was supposed to be ALL the mama's,
(whom i like to think of as my co-workers)
but after a avalanche of bailers,
turned out to be just me and the fabulous aussie julie.
we bar hopped along rue presbourg for three hours, trying out everyone's mojito's.
although it was pricey,
l'arc stole and ran so far away with the cake.
was gratified today at the parc to watch the 19 month old
interact and play so gently with a similarly aged girl.
the big draw was the ball that she'd brought along,
which he recognized as hers, and kindly gave it back to them as they were leaving.
which i was sure wouldn't happen.
which helps out a mildly hungover and underslept nanny.
bike tomorrow at bicloune.
they just got in a huge arrival of used city bikes.
god i love spring.