crap!

some of you may view this as too much information, but whatever. this is a sad, sad day for me. now i'll tell you why.

about a week ago i patronized one of my favorite restaurants in the s.l.c. ... i go there so much that they recognize and call me "amiga" (which i get that they probably call every female that, but hear me out). anyway, i always get the "burrito salad" (no beans, substitute fajita-peppers) and i've been known to switch it up: sometimes with a tortilla, and sometimes without! i know - crazy! livin on the edge is great. so continuing with the story, that night i was feeling extra daring and got the pork - barbacoa pork - and let me tell you, it was de-li-cious! i ate that salad with a smile on my face! it was a typical barbacoa burrito salad accompanied by the obligatory tortilla and a diet coke. or so it seemed. a few hours later, my stomach started to grumble. and then it kept grumbling. which was embarrassing because i was at the movies. with a guy. and then i had to quickly exit the theatre and make a mad-dash to the ladie's room. luckily, it was a small theatre and i had the restroom to myself. so i'm sure you get what i'm getting at and it would be inappropriate for me to go into further detail (not to mention gross). so needless to say, i went home and that was the end to that evening. and also the end to my pepto bottle.

now fast-forward to last night. although my stomach hasn't been 100% since the aforementioned incident, i felt it was time to enjoy some delicious barbacoa once again. chalking the whole "incident" up to the fact that i had pork, i went for the chicken this time (no tortilla, diet coke to drink - for those of you wondering). and considering it had been over a week since i had been there, it tasted exceptionally delicious this time! upon completion of said meal, i did some people watching and rode my bike home. the evening was shaping-up to be quite pleasant as i watched "my stories" from the comforts of my coutch. then - wouldn't you know it - grumble. followed by GruMbLe. followed by GRUMBLE. i'll save you the details. thankfully, i come from a family of people-who-have-and-take-pills-for-anything-and-everything and i had a back-up stash of immodium. once that kicked in, the grumbling stopped and i went to bed, heart-broken.

i woke-up this morning, felt OK physically, emotionally distraut, and then decided what i needed was a good run. so i popped* another immodium and headed to the gym. you see, the streets of s.l.c. do not have toilets readily available and one never knows what can happen once the body gets warmed-up and the running gets going (those of you runners out there in blogville, can i get an "amen!"). so needless to say, the treadmill and i were buddies at the ripe time of 5:45 and although the running was interrupted - it was still exactly what i needed.

so in closing, please think of me next time you are enjoying a barbacoa burrito salad, minus the beans, substitute fajita-peppers, with or without tortilla (your choice) and be sure to wash it down with a diet coke. please join me in hoping this is only a bug for poor-little-barbacoa-free-anj. because, i gotta tell ya, i really don't know what to do. where the hell else am i gonna go?! there just is no replacement. especially not cafe rio.

*funny thing here - gotta mention this - i accidentally typed "poopped" instead of "popped" - good thing i proof read - haha!