My butt is tired

Yes it is, from driving to and fro here in the Garden State and across that rivulet they call the Hudson over in the Empire State.

Tomorrow, I return to the inaptly named Roseland to chat with a firm that is soon to become the newest member of the Citigroup family. And then I floor it to a Mexican restaurant for my triumphal, official send off from the firm which dare not speak its name. I may be late, but not too late to dig in to some frickin chimichangas and fish tacos, if you know what I mean, nudge nudge wink wink.

I am surprised that a search on "fish tacos" at google images takes 3 screens to yield any non-tortilla related results. It used to be a very common euphemism. What's wrong with the young people of today?