i wrote the corporate office after the tacopalace email address came back as undeliverable:
morning! i just wanted to write to let you know about the experience (or lack thereof) that i had last night at tex tubb’s. i was going to write a yelp review, but it doesn’t seem appropriate since i didn’t actually have dinner.
i do want to preface this by saying that i’m not really a snotty food jerk; i just get expectations in my head and become summarily frustrated when they’re not met.
also, i attempted to email this to email@example.com from the link on your website, and received a failed delivery message from that email address.
i got a response from the corporate office who forwarded my email to the gm at tex tubb’s. patrick, the gm, emailed me a sincere apology and invited me back and offered to buy me dinner!
i’m pretty impressed with the reaction, and certainly did not expect anyone to offer anything more than an apology. i told him i’d introduce myself the next time i have a prickly pear craving.
i guess that’s the grease to my squeaky wheel.
remember about three years ago when i started freaking out about money and a budget and whether or not i could keep my house after the big “d”? well, i’m finally back to a more comfortable financial situation. maybe not the 3-6 months of savings that lots of money blogs suggest, but enough that i don’t have to monitor my checking account so closely.
i’m chipping away at the various debts i’ve accrued, and still have a car payment since i refi’d that three years ago into another five-year loan, but i certainly haven’t amassed the debt that some people have in the 10s of thousands, thank goodness.
more on the events of yesterday in a different post.
i get really cranky when i’m hungry. if i had a diabetes blood sugar checker thing, i bet i could plot points on a graph when crank starts at “minimal” and sky-rockets into “intolerable”.
last night, against my better judgement, i went to the tavern to see my sweets, otherwise the whole day goes by and we don’t get to see each other. now, i say “against my better judgement” because i’ve really not been enjoying the company there lately. it’s not the same tavern that i used to hang out at… i guess that’s how things go.
anyway, i decided i didn’t want to eat dinner there; i was craving over-priced refried beans and tacos from tex tubb’s. at this point, i’m halfway between minimal and intolerable and i’m pretty hungry. i say my goodbyes and head out to unlock my bike. i just got this new lock which, despite it’s small size, is heavy and awkward to use. so, i wasn’t necessarily looking forward to dragging it up the street and locking up again, but i did it anyway. because food is a driving force.
i get to the restaurant, lock up, and notice two of the window seats are open before i go inside. i was looking forward to staring out the window at the pedestrians and cars, idly dipping chips in salsa while i waited for my blackened tilapia tacos, sipping on their (also overpriced) prickly pear margarita.
i got inside and saw a man being helped with his take out order ($34something was the total), the waitress sat the two bags on the bar in front of about 15 dirty glasses. there was a creepy old guy with his date at the far end of the bar, and i noticed the person closest to me had his uncased iphone5 just sitting on the bar, waiting to get broken or spilled on.
the ironically bearded bartender was there, sort of cleaning up, and they didn’t seem so very busy. i looked up to see a chalk-rendered picture of said bartender advertising the homemade margaritas and chuckled that the facial hair was so much shorter when the drawing was made.
a couple more waitresses walked past me, so i took off my headband and unzipped my coat to at least appear as tho i was there to stay. then, the bartender began clearing those dirty glasses and i thought, “hey, self, i should be sitting down right about now. why is he doing that instead?” i understand the desire for a clean bar, i do, but those glasses weren’t going anywhere.
which brings me to the almost intolerable point of my story. by this point, i had been standing in wait for just shy of three minutes. three minutes is an eternity for someone who has put this much thought into dinner and just wants to have it come true. three minutes.
the bartender finished up with the glasses and walked past me with a rag to clean off one of the tables in front. i counted backwards from seven. no one spoke to me or looked at me the entire time i was there.
i got outside and unlocked my unwieldy bike lock as i stared across the street at the alchemy’s outdoor sign and tried to see through all the red that had occurred in front of my eyes. what if i just go over there? no, those assholes put BACON on their fish sandwich (who does that?) and i’ve already unlocked. which means i have to put my lock in my bag, bike over there, lock it up again, and get disappointed when they screw up my order.
i can’t eat at wilson’s because the choices are minimal, and fried. i don’t want to deal with being a stranger at the harmony. i am too hungry and pissed off to make my own food.
so, after texting matt and expressing the point on the graph that i reached that i would classify as almost hulkish, he calmly suggested that i order glass nickel (again). it’s a constant, they never eff up, it’s pretty cheap for a big ol’ salad, and the delivery guys like us cuz we over tip.
so i placed my order online, and continued watching louie, which made me feel a little better, because his life is pretty sad.
i’m still debating a yelp review, but i’m not sure it’ll do much good. actually, in the last two seconds i decided to email them a link to this entry… maybe it’ll actually have an affect on something.
i’ve been taking melatonin for sleeping, just cuz it’s fun. the dreams are crazy!
last night, i dreamed that i was sitting on this hill with a cat or a baby and could see some very large fowl flying toward us. they were rainbow-colored and looked like sandhill cranes except they were roughly the size of a large dog, with beaks to match. so i was filming them flying toward us with my iphone and they got so close that i had to grab one by the wings and sort of wrestle it to the ground so it wouldn’t hurt the catbaby that i had on my lap. i threw my iphone into my pocket and the screen cracked. i don’t remember being angry about it, but i went to this off-brand apple store to get it fixed and it turned out to be a coffee shop where the barista was the receptionist at our vet clinic and she didn’t like us very much.
then i woke up.
a little while ago, the personal history of cars came up at work… so i thought i should document it while i still remember.
’78 pontiac firebird
’80 buick century
’95 honda accord
’98? geo metro
2001 mazda protege
2006 nissan sentra
i have to break up with burrito drive.
it’s been a long time coming, and i really tried to give it a go… but they’re just not holding up their end of the bargain anymore.
i used to order from them three to four nights a week (i know, terrible), and that has slowed significantly. i think i’ve ordered twice in six months.
last night i decided to try one more time, since matt was at work (and has already sworn them off for good). i got my usual, non-endangered blackened fish tacos and chips & salsa (pico, please!).
i don’t think there was any fish on one of the tacos. if there was, the ratio of taco to “mexican slaw” has changed greatly; to the point where i feel like i paid $9 for cabbage and corn tortillas. also, the chips are way too salty. i probably negatively affected my resting heart rate permanently.
so, b.d., it’s not me, it’s you. maybe you’ll find someone else who likes you as much as i used to.
i woke up friday with a headache to beat the band, so i emailed everyone that i wasn’t coming in. thankfully it subsided by the time we had to take alex to the vet. he has a cold. a virus. we paid $100 for the vet to tell us this. well, she also gave him a rabies shot (which apparently is required by law) and a $23 jar of some amino acid that we’re supposed to put on the cat food to speed up the healing. nero has started showing signs of the same cold, and they hang out together most often, so i’m not surprised.
after the vet, i summoned the gumption to go to farm and fleet and the grocery store, so we would have little to do on saturday.
i’ve started trying to learn to read a tarot deck, so when i woke on saturday morning and couldn’t fall back to sleep, i got up and studied matt’s book tarot in ten minutes.
this was not before i cleaned the kitchen and made a quiche tho. we brought a dozen eggs to the tavern on friday cuz matt had to make bloody mix, and we’re still hovering around 14-18 eggs on the egg skelter each day. it’s going to be crazy in the spring.
we figured we can sell a half dozen for $1, but it just seems silly to ask for that at all.
the rest of the weekend went by much too quickly.
i wonder when we’ll get rid of this silliness all together.
i’m not looking forward to next monday; i can barely get up by my third snooze alarm at 7:12 these days. in a week, that will be 8:12, which will make me very late for work.
this week, we made another pizza. i convinced matt to try sauerkraut as a topping. i didn’t put a whole lot on, so the flavor was masked by the yummy sauce.
on monday, i stayed home because i was cranky, and i’ve been trying to knit *something* with this leftover cascade 220 yarn, but nothing is coming out of it. so i started some leg warmers… who knows if i’ll wear them or give them away.
but muppetooni (i keep changing his nickname) wanted to be pet while on my lap, so i made him pose.
in other cat news, alex’s eyes are doing something funny. i cleaned his ears on monday night because they were giving him grief and then on tuesday, his eyes were red and his third eyelid wouldn’t go down… so we’ve been using human eye drops and it seems to help, but it’s not getting better. we have an appointment with the vet tomorrow, so we’ll see what’s what.
he isn’t bothered at all by it, and still purrs at everything. he and burnie were highly entertained by the finches outside:
i wish i could skip some monday mornings; i really wanted to lay in bed until noon.
the weekend went by in a blur… friday was matt’s first day off the wagon. we went to wilson’s for lunch, and then to mickey’s. he didn’t pace very well, and i’m pretty sure we were in bed by 9. which meant i woke up at 7 on saturday. we walked the dogs and arrived at the old fashioned about 3 minutes after they opened, then came home and i played infinity blade on the ipad for way too long. matt had a bachelor party to attend on saturday night, so we parted ways and i caved and ordered glass nickel again (i really need to stop, but the salads are a great deal) and watched a little bit of teen wolf.
matt rolled in around 2:30 sunday morning, and after sleeping for less than 4 hours, he got up and went to work; i got to sleep in!
i got to mickey’s for brunch around noon, but didn’t get a seat til around one; that place is going to be nuts in the spring.
i came home and made chiles relleños for lunches and enchiladas for dinner while matt slept on the couch. i went to bed before he woke up so i feel like i haven’t really seen him since saturday morning. :/