hola, pascua feliz.

John and I gave up Mexican food for Lent. I was shocked by the number of people who immediately asked, "What? Are you Catholic now?" We're Methodists. And we love Mexican food.

At any rate, Lent is over now. And we've been eating Mexican food like crazy. For our Easter lunch, we went to this place called La Rumba that we've been watching for a couple months. They have these two guys that stand on the street in brightly colored ponchos with signs that say things like, "$3.99 Lunch" and "Patio Open." They're out there every day. I used to feel sorry for the Quizno's guy, who stands on the street corner of Roswell and Abernathy in a huge inflated Quizno's cup, complete with straw. He would just stand there, shifting his weight from one foot to another, waving one hand, then the other, unable to lift his arm all the way--because he was in a huge Quizno's cup. He'd be out there, dressed in plastic, in Hotlanta. It was inhumane, I tell you. But now there are these two guys, in they're floppy sombreros, and I'm not sure who I pity more. Because I haven't seen the Quizno's guy in months. I hope something bad didn't happen to him in that awful suit.

For Easter dinner we went to El Azteca. Nachos. With. Beans. And. Chicken. John had fried ice cream for the first time.

Last night: Taco Bell.