today a taco truck saved my life (life, life, life)

whatever happened to lucy pearl anyway?

last semester, the student union got a taco truck to come by every monday, wednesday, and friday from lunch through studio hours (we're in studio until 7 PM or beyond). there were seriously a few times during studio where i was about to have a nervous breakdown, faint from hunger from having worked all night, and the night before and the night before..., or just needed a walk to clear my head. the taco truck always provided a great destination and a slightly healthier alternative to the vending machines, not to mention much tastier.

i worked at my "campus" job today, and when i got out, i was delighted to see my old friend parked in its usual spot in the parking lot.

naked al pastor mulita on the left.
[mulita = like a quesadilla,
but meat + chese sandwiched between 2 corn tortillas.]
naked carne asada taco on the right.

dressed.
i tried to trick myself into eating carrots,
since these are mushy and pickled and all.
didn't work.

my mexican cracka-cola

my dining companions.
yeah, random wood screws at attention
on the edge of the table. hm.

best of all, i am so glad that my fellow students from all over the world can experience what real california mexican food is. plus people that normally wouldn't eat from a truck do when it's at school. yay cheap, delicious eats!