The last time the boy and I went to El Coyote Restaurant in West Hollywood the valet brought us back our car with a brand new dent in our bumper. So we weren’t too keen to dine there again. (The boy even made a bumper sticker about it.) But dine there we did last night for my brother’s birthday.
This time we took a cab. Which was both good and bad. Good because we got to partake in birthday tequila shots and enjoy ourselves; bad because we had to work today feeling very very fragile. But it was still worth it!
Happy Birthday Matt!