So, um, we were supposed to be at BAJA Cantina tonight. Not Cabo Cantina. Nor Q's (but that was just an afterthought after we showed up at Cabo w/o recognizing a single person, except for the older guy leaning against the pillar, though Stacy wasn't sure where she recognized him from so we thought we should just avoid him altogether).

But hey, take a table given to us by some old guys, the trio we shared the table with, the plate of chips and guac they bought us for sharing the table, and the oh-so-tasty (even post bad bad night) patron margaritas, and some quality time w/ Stace, and we've got one hell of a Wednesday night.

Life should always be full of spontenaity and back up plans. Especially after kickboxing the hell out of those BIM bags. To sexy Jay's commands. Oh the butterflies.

Good god tomorrow morning is going to smart.