Today was one of those weird days that was really good. My mom and decided to leave school early to see a sand castle competition on the beach. It was so nice to feel the sand underneath my feet and to see some very creative Holiday-themed sand castles. #ChristmasinFlorida.
Then we stopped at this taco shack called Yo Taco! and had super gross not even Taco Bell status tacos. I've been crazy crazing Mexican food for a while (like carnitas and heavy sour cream with some rich guac yummm), but the tacos ended up being so disappointing that they reminded me of a worse version of elementary cafeteria food.
The rest of my dinner consisted of a stop at 7-eleven for a can of Dr. Pepper (I desperately wanted something to wash the taco taste from my mouth) and a king size Kit Kat bar, and as I was listening to Justin Bieber's "Love" blasting on the radio, everything just felt so perfect and great! I had one of those moments where everything felt "just right". The nasty tacos, the 7-eleven, the unhealthy snack food that I made into a dinner, and Justin Bieber on the radio all came together and culminated in this moment that was so totally authentically trashy (or as Chi called it, "Amurican") and made me feel like a million bucks!... Weird huh?
It made me happy like drinking hot cocoa by a fireplace (other things that could be added to make this moment even more perfect are PJs, a wooden lodge, maybe some Christmas music in the background, and a nice snowfall outside the window). Or it's like wearing a flowy dress on a summer night and there's a nice breeze but not too much and I'm standing under full moonlight and my favorite 90's boy band song comes on the radio, and it's so romantic that I can only think of how perfect the moment is and nothing else.
All this being said, I would like to eat better food in the future.