it was one of those weeks.
in fact, on wednesday i started joking that i was going to have to whip out the tequila come friday night. but by 5p on friday, i realized that my joke had become a reality.
i welcomed mike home with a bottle of tres generaciones and a six pack of modelo. to my surprise, he didn't resist. we drank, ate take out thai, talked about all of the house projects on the horizon, danced in our pj's, played with lola and ended the night with an episode of the buried life.
best part is, no hangover! it's amazing what a difference good tequila makes!
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