Today is Monday. First day of the week. The first day of the uphill climb. So to lighten the tension, and makes things not so hard(Office quote), I'm doing a week of posts. So feel free to not study and read this post for like, three minutes.
Read it twice if you want too.
My life is full of consistency. I like consistency. I like order. My favorite consistent schedule was my freshman year at Baylor. Monday, Dr. Pepper Floats, Tuesday, Dr. Pepper Floats, Wednesday, Doughnut Day, Thursday, Chick-Fil-A day, and Friday, TGIF! My schedule this year is matching up to it, so let me share my schedule with you.
Taco night makes Monday not so bad. Acapulco, on Monday nights, does seventy-five cent tacos. This includes unlimited free chips and salsa. So what I have done, and I've only done this for two weeks, is get two tacos and make up the difference of my hunger with chips and salsa. So, by the end of the night, I spend two dollars, leaving a nice tip which is quite the deal considering eating at Bethel is about nine bucks.
The best part about taco night is the community aspect. The past two times I have gone I've met people, who, before the dinner commenced, were complete strangers to me. And here we are, completely bonded together with tacos and chips. I've learned about the new people I meet, and I've learned about myself. One, that I'm still no good with remembering names and two, I'm definitely a chicken guy. I've learned the feelings of a girl who is about to get braces, and who not to challenge in a speed taco eating contest.
This the beauty of the bondage of tacos, of restaurants, of table seating selection, and the satisfaction of spending two dollars. It brings strangers together, who I can now wave at in the hallway, and builds communities stronger.
And that, makes Mondays not too bad.
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