Day 144: Rico's (again)

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind whipped through the trees as ominous clouds pelted those unlucky enough to be outdoors with golf ball-sized drops of rain. Being a practical taco-loving senor, I was not excited at the prospect of being one of the unwise persons foolhardy enough to brave the ferocious weather this MLK evening, yet my fridge was lacking in proper ingredients with which to create an acceptable meal for my daily requirement. Enter the Executive Producer: my salvation for the evenings meal. After enjoying a couple of bottles of vino roso while watching "Knocked Up" (funny movie), the EP was hungry enough (and filled with just the right amount of liquid courage) to make the perilous journey around the block to pick up tacos from Rico's (along with another bottle of vin). Out into the frigid night he went with nary a concern for his own safety; thinking only of ensuring the continuation of my taco streak. That, my friends, is the definition of dedication! Not sure if he would return triumphantly with tacos in hand, or be engulfed by the storm and washed into the bay never to be seen or heard from again, I anxiously watched the seconds tick by on numerous game clocks as ESPN continued flashing highlights on the T.V. Thankfully, the E.P. (and my tacos) returned safely (if slightly drenched). Tacos were eaten, vin was drunken, and all without me having to leave the comfort of my couch!