It was a Lone Star Taco Kind of Day

The last week of school is brutal.  It's busy and not busy all at once.  You're not really teaching anything, and since you don't want to correct anymore papers, it's pretty much just busy work.  You're just holding down the fort and hoping the kids don't lose it, all while trying to pack up the classroom in such a manner that you don't have to sacrifice too many of your precious summer days setting it all back up again.  And have I mentioned the filing.   The filing is a killer and requires that lots of other people do their jobs on time, which lets face it, they can't.  It's not really their faults, because there are 1.2million things going on and no one can spare any time to actually work on what they are supposed to work on.

So it was no surprise when I came home Monday, of the last week, in a bad mood.  I felt so defeated and exhausted.  This time, when JO asked me where we should eat, I had an answer already prepared, Lone Star Taco in East Cambridge.  I was determined to sit on their patio and eat guacamole until I wasn't worried about my filing anymore!  This would be no small feat, as the patio consists of just a few tables, and I have never once driven past Lone Start Taco without the inside, and outside, overflowing with people.

The patio Gods must have realized that the universe owed me one because we easily got two seats outside.  Lone Star features lots of "boutique" tacos for lack of a better description.  Each taco features interesting toppings and sauces.  It's not your regular taco bar.  We started with the guacamole and margaritas and each tried an order of tacos.  I feel like this was so long ago, but it was really just two weeks, but I can't remember which tacos we got and I don't understand why the only picture I have is this:

a half eaten container of chips.  Everything was yummy, and delicious, and perfect.  Although, I probably should go back again to make sure my love of everything wasn't unduly influenced by the last week of school.

To cap off the evening, I realized that Slumbrew was actually on our way home, so we made a pit stop for some Happy Sol before headed home.