Fast forward to now. They're all I can fucking think about. I had taken a picture of them and uploaded it to Instagram (because that's apparently something I do now) and my Facebook account and I keep going back and looking wistfully at the picture. I really want to make them again.
All this raises the obvious question of why don't I just go, get the ingredients, and make them again. It's not like making them even created a big mess or was that involved or anything. The answer is not a good one, and it's really just "I've been busy with other shit and want to finish off the food I already have." I'm going back to Barnegat for my niece's birthday where I will have to field alot of annoying questions from the parents about why I haven't found a job yet and just what am I gonna do, but once all that's passed, and I get back, I'm going out and getting the goddamn shit to make tacos again.
I sometimes wonder how things would be different had I succeeded in finding a lady partner and settling down at this point in life. How would she deal with my late night taco lust? I was gonna continue this paragraph with other musings about what a hypothetical girlfriend would do to deal with me, but upon further thought it's all dumb. I've been alone for entirely too long to the point where I can't imagine having another person deal with me. But then there was that weird married girl I chatted with a couple weeks ago. If she got it to work I guess there's hope for anyone no matter how cracked they are.