we live on the edge of a fairly busy street with shops and such. two doors down from us is a soon-to-be-opened chinese take-out. excuse me, gourmet chinese take-out. it would give you quite a chuckle to walk by and look at their menu with such gourmet items as “chop suey” translated into spanish.
it would give you even more of a chuckle to sit in my house right now and hear the crazy opening celebration party they’ve been having for the past several hours (and i’m betting this will continue on into the night). i swear shakira is over there with an accordion player. and i’m oh so tempted to walk on over there and take a peek.
but i’m in my pjs and just a bit too tired.
and seriously, what are the chances that shakira is next door singing her heart out and shaking her hips for the opening of a chinese (ahem, gourmet chinese) take-out joint located next to a farm store?
i’m still tempted.
(and yes, we’ve returned (obviously) but my head is a bit too tired and fuzzy to share anything other than it was a wonderful week and i’ll write some more about it later…)