Late this afternoon I received a call from Freebirds World Burrito, or rather, their advertising reps. They were gauging my interest in possibly doing a commercial for them. A television commercial.
This all stems from a baseball game, a broken leg, and a burrito-induced detour prior to visiting the emergency room. Happened quite a while back. Anyone who knows me well will understand this culinary obsession I have with Freebirds. Monster chicken, black beans, pico, cilantro, white onions and guacamole. And the sauces. All of them.
I've been worshipping at the altar of Freebirds for well over a decade now, and have made pilgrimages to all the Texas locations save for the Addison, Clear Lake and Austin Bee Caves establishments (which I fully intend to get to in the wholeness of time). I even intended to visit the original Freebirds in Santa Barbara when I visited Los Angeles for the Pigskin Classic way back when. Couldn't quite manage it, though. Santa Barbara is a long way from Anaheim.
Even though this commercial thing is far from a done deal, Lisa believes it's some sort of karmic balance returning to the universe. After all the money I've spent on Freebirds burritos over the years, it's only natural that I benefit from my addiction.
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