but back to the story... that night a few weeks ago, erica, rachel and i sat at the same booth we sat at the time before (when the waiter spilled water all over me, and i laughed my head off). we talked a little, but mostly ate "chops and salsa!" (we're weird. very, very weird.) oh, and rachel and erica dipped their chips in salsa, and then ranch. i thought it looked gross. we were obnoxious to our waiter, which is to be expected. but we tip good!
at the end though, (this is where it gets good--at least i think so) we (rachel), like always, wrote our waiter a very heart felt note. it says, "dearest tim, you make my heart pitter patter like a big red drum. DON'T FORGET I PAID!!!! the food was divine! my uno tostada was the stuff dreams are made of! chops & salsa. i give a 2 thumbs up! oh brian, i love you!!! love always, the best gods of the underworld, bernadette, themlord, lancelot."




and then erica drew faces on chili peppers, and named them after us. it's always a riot hanging out with these two.
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