{Memory Monday}

I'm so tricky... I started this on Monday. but didn't have the time, nor the energy, to complete it. Guess what, blogger will date stamp this post as Monday, because that is when I started it. Tricky, tricky... And thus we have a Monday, Memory Monday. (Three weeks in a row baby!)

I remember...

When I was completely obsessed with Taco Bell. Yep, true story. It all started with my Auntie Mo, who turned out to be a traitor because she so didn't share my love for Taco Bell... Anyway, one time when she was visiting I had a total, uncontrollable desire for Taco Bell, at 11 or so at night. So, we did what any sane Aunt and niece would do, when went to Taco Bell. We had such an enjoyable time we turned it into a tradition. Every time she came to visit, we would make a midnight Taco Bell run. We had fun little traditions, such as we couldn't go until after a certain hour, we'd always make sure we went through the drive-thru and specified that we wanted our food to go, and there was some deal about the hot sauce which I don't now remember. Anyway, good times had by all, until of course the day my Aunt decided to shatter my fragile existence and inform me she wasn't a Taco Bell fan... Yeah, that was a sad day. (My obsession with Taco Bell runs was so crazy I even thought that on my wedding night, Brandon and I would wait to go to our hotel until after my Auntie Mo and I went for a Taco Bell run... Don't laugh Gwen just remember how naive I was.)

I remember making my boyfriend Tom take me for a couple Taco Bell runs...
I remember in High School going to Taco Bell with my friend Kevin and buying a family size meal deal, the one with 10 tacos and a mexican pizza, and then taking it over to Macey's (the grocery store) so we could sit at the deli and eat it with our friend Derek or Devin...either way, it was one of the Span boys. (I can't remember his name, but I remember I had a HUGE crush on him. And I think Kevin, the other boy, had a huge crush on me. That was convenient...) Anyway, I would eat the mexican pizza and they would eat the tacos/burritos. We did this on several occasions. (Like I said, I was obsessed)
I also remember that I loved Taco Bell so much I would want to order one of everything on the menu and often did. That didn't work out so well, seeing that I can't eat very much (I can now, but then I was lucky if I made it through a mexican pizza.)
Ah, Taco Bell, such fond memories. The one here isn't so wonderful. Bummer. Either that or my taste buds have moved on. I like to cling on to hope that Taco Bell is still the best... probably because I have so many memories rooted firmly in the Taco Bell menu items.
Random memories; I remember it used to take me so long to eat a Mexican Pizza that my best friend, John Wheeler, would make fun of me. He would usually say something like he was eating dinner while I was still trying to finish my lunch. Brandon, my husband, got me hooked on Baja chalupas. Chris Gordon introduced me to double-decker tacos (yum). Joe Spear, a play buddy, really like their bean burritos, but without the sauce. (Brandon likes his baja chalupas without pico de gallo) One time, my mom went on a taco bell run with us. It was pretty fun. She was really into it and was so excited to specify that we wanted our meal to go. And then, when we specified that we only wanted 3 hot sauces (that was what the hot sauce thing was, we would tell them exactly how many we wanted) and we found out they gave us 5 (or something like that) She turned the van around, went back through the drive thru and gave them back their extra hot sauces. What a nerd, who does that? (he, he, Mom you're awesome!)
There you go, the Memory Monday: I remember....when I was obsessed with Taco Bell.