What is life if not Taco Tuesday? in The grotesque metamorphosis of a Bi-Polar human into a Tri-polar monster.

Last night was one of the most fun events I’ve ever put together, and I have no idea how I even put the whole thing together.

I just kind of started putting people on blast on Facebook and telling them they had better come to the cantina with me for Taco Tuesday, and suddenly all of these people were like “Fucking right, I’ll be there!” and then they actually came!

I mean, a few people flaked, but overall I think we had like 8 or 9 people at one point, and some more came and went as the night went on.

We got giant margaritas and all you can eat tacos and we sang all of the most horrible songs, because they were playing just some truly horrible songs, but then “Baby got back” came on and one of my friends apparently knows every single word and just gave us the most brilliant rendition of it I have ever personally heard.

Then we walked out of the cantina and smoked a joint on the beach, which is probably one of my all time favorite things to do - smoking weed on the beach at night - so that was a wonderful cap to the night.

My boss and his girlfriend came too, which was super awesome because my boss is super awesome. I’m older than he is, and he just moved here from Maryland so I’ve kind of taken it upon myself to show him the happier parts of Southern California. So far he’s been nothing but a really cool dude and we get along great.

So, yeah…that’s about it.

I had a fantastic night, and now I am kind of crashing, feeling a pretty deep depression as a counter-affect to it all, but it’s not like I didn’t know that would come. I am incapable of feeling social highs without a resulting crushing low…that’s just how the Bi-polar1 life goes.

Now I’m just sitting in bed, listening to the black angels and drinking a 32 oz Bud Light to kind of hair of the dog a little bit…after this entry I am going to work on some coding shit, because that code isn’t going to write itself, and then I’ll probably take a break to go longboard to Fish Market and get some more tacos and another beer…then I’ll probably do a bong and hopefully be able to be in bed and asleep by like 8 pm so I can go to work feeling nice and fresh tomorrow morning.

woo wee.

What is life if not to celebrate Taco Tuesday?