Instead of being crapped out on the couch right now, I am supposed to be over at Masa trying out the new menu and drinking fancy tequila.
I was invited to a tasting dinner and up until about about noon I was ready to go. But then the wheels fell off the bus - every bit of my body began to ache and the pressure in my head began to build. Which is why I am now at home, drinking very hot tea and eating toast slathered with butter and molasses while my face defrosts from the walk home.
I will say though that I am really bummed out about not being at Masa. Granted I am not a fan of the .50 cent mussel, but I AM a big fan of their margaritas. In fact I occasionally get the worse craving for salt and tequila, and Masa is where I go to slake that thirst.
So boo, boo hoo hoo. But really, it's better I am on the couch right now.