"blah blah blah CHARLIE SHEEN blah blah blah blah"

Dress: Last Chance
Cardigan: Gadzooks
Leggings: Target
Tights: Ross
Boots: Etsy

So, we were driving around late at night and we were hungry, so we decided to try out the Peruvian place near our house. It had good reviews online, and it looked eclectic and hopefully authentic, so we ventured in in the midst of a blizzard. While we were ordering our food, we noticed we were seated pretty close to the radio speakers, which were blasting at an abnormally loud level, what sounded like a Mexican internet-radio station. For each Spanish-language song there were four bad American goodness-knows-what sort of pop is in vogue these days including some song where some chick is yelling and groaning at the mic about fireworks. It was not pleasant. And way worse that any of my memories of riding the school bus as a middle schooler. About halfway through the meal, the announcer guy was explaining an upcoming song in Spanish (which I couldn't understand), but my ears perked in alarm as I heard him say, pretty clearly, the eff word. In English. Then, lo and behold, another really bad pop song came on in English, in which the chorus (which was repeated about thirty-five times) blatantly crooned, if you can call it that, said eff-word all over our romantic Peruvian dinner. So that was fun.

We ordered ceviche and a breaded-fried steak with roasted onions and tomatoes served over salad and french fries, seasoned with Peruvian Spices™, which were not elaborated on in the menu. I'll have to look that up. Oh yeah! Then, the radio announcer guy kept mentioning Charlie Sheen over and over again. And, since it was the only thing I could understand, the name was all I heard and all I could think about during the whole meal, which was really bizarre.

Also, hey look! My new design is finally up. Thanks to my wonderfully talented, hard-working, and charming Ryan-pants. Couldn't have done it without him. Hope I don't get sick of it soon.