So tonight K. Mo and I dressed up like the White Stripes (unintentionally) and hit it up Baltimore style.

Namely because Enrique, her illegal immigrant boyfriend extraordinaire, works at this restaurant called Tapas Teatro in the Charles theatre district.

I highly reccomend this place if you're looking to get an instant Buddha/first trimester belly. Or if you just want some high quality Spanish food.

There are lots of snooty artsy fartsy people there who think they're cooler than you.

And they're probably right.

Because they don't take pictures of themselves with dirty hooker faces on street corners.

Or rub their imaginary second clitorises (?clitori?).

Or whistle at rich middle-aged people.

Or wear bling bling necklaces they got for a quarter in the vending machine at Carrolltown Center.

But I still think we had more fun than they did.

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