Inauguration day? Nope, it's 20 cent Taco Day!

In theory, 20 cent taco day at Taco Bell may sound like a great idea. Cheap food, 10 tacos per person limit and well, cheaper than usual. So thanks Taco Bell for supporting Obama's inauguration - my friends and I didn't go hungry today. In reality, 20 cent Taco day at Taco Bell has to be one of the STUPIDEST things I have ever done.

It all starts with long lines. Think standing in line for a ride at Disney World long line. No joke, we stood outside of the door for a good 10 minutes before actually entering. Keep in mind I have never been to a Taco Bell. My thoughts? These better be some damn good tacos.


Just because a ton of high school kids are attending this one day event, don't think that those creepy old men won't be out either. Oh no, they're there and they're giving the "youth" glares of well, glares. Maybe they're jealous that back in their day, when a new president was inaugurated all they got was a ten cent newspaper.


Than after you by pass the old men, you wait in line some more and finally get in the door. I was with 3 other friends (other wise I would not have gone by myself, I'm a chicken girl thanks very much) - J, his gf T, and friend S. The plan was to buy 40 tacos between us. That's $2.00 each. Who would eat them, we didn't know, but hey whatever. So I did my part of buying the 10 tacos. Way to stimulate the economy people. (And they say teenagers aren't responsible..give us cheap prices for food and Wall Street will be back up and running in no time!)

On a side note, when I finally got up to the cashier to order I asked the guy for a cup of water. His reply was, "no, we don't have water today. you drink soda like good American." He was Jamaican so he had that accent and after he said that I don't know if I was more in shock because they won't give me water or because he just told me to go be a "good American and drink soda." He wasn't kidding either.

We got to the table and J and T laid out their 20 tacos. S did not get any taco's so I gave him 2 of mine. The eating festivities began. J and T were having a competition apparently. I didn't think T's tiny little body would be able to hold it all - she proved me wrong!
The eating began and I was out by my 3.5 taco. Yes, I lose. I gave a taco to J (he than had 11, all of which he ate), 2 to S and then the rest were put into a bag that I was going to give to my brother. I ended up giving them to T's adorable little brothers instead. Lots of jokes were made and much laughter was had by all. There were even more creepy old men that decided to show up! It was like a party at Taco Bell!

So remember this guy? Yes, this is John - the same guy that washes my car. He is the reason that I no longer believe that 20 cent Taco day is a good idea. Rather it is a very stupid idea. This idiot ate 11 tacos, a large Dr. Pepper and an order of Cinnamon Twists and insisted that he was FINE and could eat more if his gf hadn't threatend him with the lack of something. Can you guys see where this is going yet?

I also became a taxi driver today. After Taco Bell, we all piled back into my car (thank goodness for large trunks - for our backpacks and stuff of course) and T and I turned on my iPod and sang lots of Chick songs. We started the playlist off with Madonna's "Like a Virgin". People stare at you when you dance in the car. We finally get to T's house after 30 minutes of rush hour traffic and stop and go. T insits that John get out to help her carry her stuff to the door. I barely know the girl, but right now I love her. I've never been more greatful to anyone in my life. John gets out of the car and before I even know what's happening I hear, "I'm going to be sick." I think he's joking so I yell out the window, "Bushes!" and then it happend. All over his girlfriend's driveway were his 11 taco's and order of cinnamon twists. And right after it happened her mom pulled up into the driveway. And T and I were gagging and going to be sick ourselves.

I hate when people throw up. I can not stand the site of it nor the smell of it. Thank God we were outside because if I had smelled it, I would have been seeing everything I had eaten today again too. Her mom was extremely nice about the whole thing (much nicer than I would have been, that's for sure) and gave him a new shirt (Because I told him he was NOT coming in my car smelling like puke. Too bad the changing of clothes did nothing to stop that - we rode with all the windows and sunroof down) and some gum and water. I also requested a plastic bag to throw his stuff into. Boys will be boys though and he and friend S were running around and acting like fools in no time. Friend S touched the offending clothes and then came over and touched me and I almost killed him. Does it also make me a bad person that when T's mom went to hose down the driveway I screamed, "WAIT, NOT YET, LET ME MOVE THE CAR!!" so that my CAR wouldn't get anything on the WHEELS?....In Madonna's words, "I am a material girl."

So that my friends is why I will not be going back to a Taco Bell anytime soon. Ever. And for future reference if I ever take him and friends to another fast food restaurant, his portion size will be monitored closely. Oh and his reason of why he puked all over his girlfriend's driveway? Our Singing to chick music did it apparently. Not because of the 11 tacos he had just inhaled, but because of the Chick music. I'll be sure to let Beyonce know - who knew that "Single Ladies" could actually make one sick?