Mexican food is one of God’s gifts to Earth; every time I am in another country I realize how much I appreciate it. Other nations obviously have not had the beauty of Taco Bell every night of the week like I have during finals (not like Taco Bell is Mexican, but it is the cheap college version). Today was the day; I had reached my breaking point. I HAD to find Mexican. I cannot live without it for an entire whole month, which was a good thing to learn about myself. We were lucky enough to find a great burrito place. It is very similar to a Chipotle where you can choose a burrito, burrito bowl, or tacos with vegetarian, chicken, pork, or steak. The only thing that was different was the queso… it was very spicy. I do not know what they put in the queso to make it that hot, but it definitely had a kick. We left Boojum very satisfied and ready for the second half of our classes. We ended the night with watching some Aziz Ansari comedy routines. I found out, by listing to the funny stories, that I graduated with the cousin that he always talking about, Harris. So that was cool… and then we had Thatcher shot night in. Nuff said.
