Friday night Rey (my sister) and I loaded up her car and headed out for a 12-hour drive to her new home in Mesa, AZ. We decided to take the dangerous Pachenco Pass and the winding trek across Highway 138 in order to bypass any potential traffic in L.A. If you ever get a chance to drive Pachenco Pass on a weekend night, I highly recommend it. I saw at most seven cars on the road, so I interpreted that sign as an indicator to hone my high-speed night-driving skills. 100+ on the pass know as “Blood Alley” … Hey, it’s a great way to stay awake

As you can imagine, by the time we got to AZ, I was starving and looking forward to my dirty meal. Using my Google-powered Nexus One, I deployed the maps feature to find restaurants in close proximity to my position. I came across an old gem that used to be one of my go-to places for chow.

Jack in the Box

It’s been ages since I have been to one of Jack’s many temples because  my better half (Jenn) has banned the idea of fast food from my diet. The good news is that Jenn is not like The Party, so I will not be punished for “thoughtcrime.”  When it came to ordering, I was stricken with fast food paralysis. I was so overwhelmed by the vast array of choices that I had to take a step back to regroup and consider my strategy. Should I order from the breakfast or lunch menu?

After careful consideration, I decided that the lunch menu ranked higher on the “dirty scale” and ended up ordering a feast that comes close to the mortal sin of gluttony.

I enjoyed a Sourdough Jack with Curly Fries and a Coke. That did not satisfy my sinful craving, so I enforced the “brother tax” and rightfully appropriated one of my sister’s tacos. However, my hunger still was not silenced, so I continued the detrimental path and finished this dark journey with a Chicken Sandwich.

About half an hour later, I wished that I did not partake in this foul endeavor. My body rejected the food and I was miserable. The organs in my abdominal cavity felt like they were break dancing all over the place. My internal party left me immobile like a repentant nugget. Jenn was right, she warned me that I would pay for my defiant act. I can only imagine the smile on her face when she learns of my poor state.

She may have been right this time around, but my pledge to you is that  I will continue to seek out interesting meals for M-ondays even if they do not have Jenn’s blessing. For the good of the Blog!

Strength and Honor,

M

P.S. Sorry for the lack of pictures. I packed my camera, charger, and USB cord but I forgot the memory card like a dweeb.