Seeing as it is indeed December... when this song came on during the drive back from my baby sister's high school, three of my siblings and I turned around at the closest exit and found a taco truck. Turns out, the taco truck didn't serve horchata, but the Mexican restaurant across the street did.
Turns out that the Mexican restaurant across the street served MASSIVE cups of horchata that were swimming in so much cinnamon you could feel the texture in the liquid.
Weird sensation.
Almost as weird as the look the guy gave us when we walked into a sit down restaurant and asked for four cups of horchata to go.
Yes. We're aware that we're odd. Any other questions?
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