When I first started this woman who was also new invited me to have lunch with her. Last week, I finally reminded her. (I've been here for 9 months.) We went to El Azteca. It was okay. I lived in Los Angeles for 15 years and I don't expect to get the kind of Mexican food here that I could get there. It was completely adequate.
My coworker's boyfriend had been admitted to the hospital for an irregular heartbeat, and in the middle of lunch he called to say he was being admitted for surgery. So she was a little distracted. But we've done the thing. 38 to go...
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