Without a little slice of lime

Went for a Mexican with Si and the Girl I See on the Stairs last night.  I'm not a great fan of Mexican food so a great pile of refried beans and Mexican rice was left on my plate by the end, but the tacos and enchiladas were good enough.  Those bottles of Sol went down well enough as well.

No one was really up for a big night out (except for Gilly, and he was out on his own) so we came back to the Distant Past straight after the meal.  Still managed to have about eight or nine bottles somehow.

Planning a barbecue this evening, because we've been promised good weather.  Got about a dozen coming, by all accounts.  Should be good.

Later . . .