At work I gave two pretty important presentations: one for the discussions we had had the morning before, and one technical talk that everybody found funny and so very entertaining.
There was no catered lunch thankfully, so we went to Maria's Taqueria for lunch. It got quite late by the time we got back, so I had to stuff it in my mouth. I messed up the order and just got jalepeno as an extra addon. Still, it was the best meal I had had in Boston to that point.
The next three hours of meetings were pretty rushed because there was a lot of ground to cover, and not enough time. Soon enough all the Irish folks left for the airport, I bid fairwell to the managers, and went to my hotel room. Slept for several hours and chatted up friends.
At about 12.30 in the morning I was really really hungry and needed something to eat or else I wouldn't go to sleep. So I walked over a couple of blocks late at night to El Jefe's.
The line was shockingly long. 15-minute long. I got a generous serving of quesadilla with burrito contents, plus plantain inside, and a side of plantain. It was so so so fucking good. Even without the plantains. But with the plantains it was heaven. It was by a long shot the best food I'd had there. And the prices were so cheap, like I'd eat there on a weekly basis if I lived nearby. So very fortunate man.
Full in my tummy, and content in my heart, came back to my apartment at 1.30 ish and slept a very good sleep.
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