Cinco de Mayo… another reason to eat Mexican food + drink delicious margaritas. It was a good thing we booked our dinner reservations a week prior since everything was practically full. The lucky restaurant that got to see our bright, shining faces was Centro in Downtown Raleigh. I must admit, it was my first time going there (why? I don’t know), but damn it was good.
The margs were well worth the price. I had the Fabulous Cadillac + my friend had the Spicy Mezcal… both phenomenal. If I wasn’t unemployed I would have had more than one. #firstworldproblems.
Our waiter was an adorable kid (22 yrs old with five majors), you could say we got to know the staff while we were there. With over 150 reservations, the restaurant had a prefixed menu which worked for them so they could usher everyone in and out in a timely manner. Bravo, Centro!
Next stop: our favorite bar, Landmark Tavern. It’s a low-key bar and the bartenders are way cool… plus they allow dogs in the bar. (I do not have a dog at the moment. I have a crazy ass Mainecoon cat named Boo Radley and after he beat up a pug, I’ve decided he has to be an only child. When I do get a dog though, I have my eyes set on getting a corgi). ANYWAYS…. back to the evening-
One thing I love about Landmark is the music they play. It’s old stuff, not 90s and current music, it’s more like classic rock, 80s and some oldies. For example on Friday night some of the tunes I recall hearing was Summer Breeze by Seals + Croft and Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears. We may or may not have belted our hearts out singing the songs. Don’t judge. Two memorable things occurred that evening:
- I’ve been getting these random texts since January from an unknown person. See exhibit A below:
So I typically know who I give my number out to… this guy (?) doesn’t seem to get a hint, but I don’t want to reply because I want to see how much long I can keep this going. My friend decided to take it upon herself to text this person and I created a name for this unknown person, “Who Dis?”
“Who Dis?” then asked my friend where she lived and then proceeded to ask if she wanted to meet up. Which begs the question, how does he know that my friend is a she and he’s not being catfished. Granted we weren’t cat fishing, we were just trying to get to the bottom of who was texting me. We never found out who the person was. Stay tuned for further updates.
- I met the most adorable three month old French Bulldog that was wear a denim hoodie. I was SMITTEN with the fashionable puppy along with all the puppy kisses I received. Ugh! I really need AND want a dog. Maybe I’ll see if I can take Boo Radley to see a hypnotist and not have an urge to attack dogs.
P.S. I wish I had taken a photo of the dog wearing the stylish denim hoodie.
P.S.S. Now that I am over 30 and under 40, I can stay out late and not feel like shit the next day.
P.S.S.S. I went out drinking the next day.
P.S.S.S.S. Am I doing the P.S. thing right?