what did they put in the fish tacos?

this afternoon the boss took us out to lunch for a baby shower (not a random one, a coworker), I had fish tacos and way too many warm chips and guac and am now not only HYPER and thinking in Joycean-length sentences, but very very full and had to unbutton my jacket to allow my stomach to expand. 

this thinking is not so much about weddings as it is about me going slightly ballistic over the fact that i don’t have a digital camera.  i am a blogger.  i don’t have a digital camera.  okay, technically i own one, but it’s at a destination wedding in Cabo right now with my guy (he doesn’t have a cute blogging moniker yet) who forgot his own camera and thus was lent mine.  but it’s really irrelevant because i hate that camera.  it’s poopy.  i want a pretty new one.  in a color.  like blue.  this sounds very mature, but if you met poop camera, you would agree.  you have to nudge the shutter open with you fingernail because it refuses to open automatically.  this is not only obnoxious and annoying, but results in odd and unuseful diagonal pictures.  i want to be able to show you the lovely things i notice and am inspired by around Denver and i am thwarted in this effort by my very nice but very un-blog-friendly film cameras.  grrrrr. 

plus, i have the completely uncontrollable urge to go buy out Anthropologie.  that is all.