As promised, I'm here reporting back on last night's b-day celebration with BF! Having planned to go out to our favorite mexican restaurant in DC (I die for guacamole), we headed over to Oyamel in the Penn Quarter area. Well, let's just say that it wasn't our night. The food tasted kind of "off," so we pretty much feasted on tortilla chips all night. Needless to say, when we left the restaurant, we both felt "heavy" and semi-nauseous. Actually the only good thing that came out of the evening, besides my mini margarita buzz (I'm seriously the world's lightest lightweight), was the fact that after I got my Jew on (i.e. told the waiter and then the restaurant manager how disappointed the BF and I were with the meal and overall service) the restaurant comped our entire meal. Then again, when food tastes that shnasty, you really shouldn't have to pay for it. Oh well. The BF and I decided to make up for last night's bad eats tonight with some belated birthday Tasti D-Lite. And, seeing how I signed up for Tasti's free birthday ice-cream thingy a few weeks back, my food (again) was "on the house" (#jewishpersonsdream). Talk about a HAPPY birthday!!

It's funny though, a few years ago, I would never have had the courage to tell the waiter or restaurant manager that my meal tasted bad. I would of just moved the food around the plate with my fork, pay for my meal, and then leave knowing that I'd never go back. But maybe this is what happens when you get older? You know,  because 23 is SO old and all). But whether or not my ability to relay my beliefs and feelings to others is the result of age or lots of hard work (I'm going to go ahead and assume the latter), the proof is in the pudding...and in the quote.

Happy almost Friday, everyone! See ya on the flip side.