My dear friend Heidi invited me to a gallery opening last night (College Blanchard Gallery) where I met several of her post crunchy, neo new york cool, transplated Seattle friends. I was talking to one dude, we'll call him, oh...Lincoln, about my latest research project with schuyler: tacos! When I told him that we were going to schlep up to the UWS to pay a visit to the fabled taco truck on 96th street, Lincoln told me to STOP.RIGHT.THERE because as long as I didn't blog about it, he would tell me about his favorite taco secret hovel on 4x and x0th (I am a woman of my word - I told him I *would* blog about it, but not reveal it's exact coordinates). When I asked him what the taco stand was called, he said "Watso Wingo". WATSO WINGO? Would you go to a taco stand called Watso Wingo?
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a) I can't believe you went to taco truck and didn't come and visit me. I am so insulted. Your retort better be along the lines of "We haven't gone yet, Sweetie!"
b) The best costume I saw this Halloween was this girl in a giant taco outfit and a really blase look on her face.
tho i did not visited you, i did point out your exact apartment to schuyler as well as explain the story of how you moved out of their building and one floor up...
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