It means something when you consider a night out at a local Chuy’s Tex-Mex restaurant as the equivalent of going to see “Hamilton” back in the day. I got so tired of getting ready to fix another meal at home that I was almost ready to break training and eat at a McDonald’s. Instead I went out to our local Chuy’s where my wife had her Mexi-Cobb salad with shrimp and I had four fairly massive shrimp tacos. And lots of chips with queso and creamy jalapeño. Lots and lots of chips. My wife cleaned out her bowl and I cleaned off my plate, which included refried beans and Mexican rice. Like I said, we were all into a night out at the local Chuy’s. I wouldn’t recommend a two-year-long pandemic to build anticipation for such a thing, mind you. But it just so happened that way, so here we are…

Photo was taken at near-floor level with my iPhone 11 and post processed in Snapseed while waiting for our order to arrive. I don’t remember where I’ve seen the look of the photo before, but I have, from a long time ago, back when I was in art school in Atlanta. Let’s not dwell on the passage of time…