It definitely does not feel like 1:04 a.m. right now. That would be because I just returned from crossing off a classic summer must-do list item: a late night Taco Bell run. After seeing all of the advertisements on TV telling me that they’re ‘Open Late’, I was fed up with missing out on all of the nocturnal fun. Everything about this list item screams ‘teenager’: driving somewhere just because you can, spending money just because you can, being up during that crossroads of night and day, and most importantly, the cheap, Mexican fast-food bliss. Nobody can deny the power of an 879 calorie taco that drips orange grease down your chin (assembled by a pimpled high school senior in a purple polo, of course). For some people, this trip may be routine, perhaps tri-weekly, and therefore deem this post to be incredibly lackluster. However, if you’re anything like me, nothing says ‘big shot’ like scarfing down that taco well after your mother’s gone to bed… so when does that card get revoked? When your dad drives you there because he wants you and your seventeen year old brother to be safe at such a late hour. Alright, so I’ll never achieve the stereotypical teenager status, but that’s okay.
Love & Summer,