If you didn't know, I'm actually pretty good at making the smallest things the biggest thing:
I can't even tell you how many times I've eaten a grilled chicken salad at Cafe Rio. My friends and I, we pick up food to nosh on in front of our favorite (trivial) television. We take it to parks and to living rooms and sit in big circles, pinching off bits of tortilla and prattling with black beans in our molars. We huddle around the small painted tables and talk about graduating from the life that put us all here together. And we go, just two of us sometimes, to make bigger friendship over guacamole. We take pictures all inside and outside of this place; I can't even tell you how many pictures I have of myself at Cafe Rio.
These--well they're just some of my favorites.