There was a magical time at the end of July in a mystical city called Chicago, where all of the food trucks in all the land gathered together in one area and they called it the Food Truck Social.
Naturally, I went after work with my coworkers.
Seriously, you wore wayfarers this summer, right?
I mean, we did. And we looked good in them too.
Well, I only had time to wait in line for a tamale at the Tamale Space Ship (A food truck that looks like a space ship and is driven by peoples wearing Mexican style wrestling masks) and then I had to jet off to do some babysitting.
The tamales were amazing.
Seriously, you were into ombre this summer, right?
I mean, I was.