lobster, crab, scallop, and prawn ravioli in a saffron cream sauce
its comforting to know that even with 4 months of separation give or take a few phone dates, i can still sit in a car with some of my best friends and feel like no time has passed since we saw eachother last.
however time is ticking away. i leave for albuquerque on the second. back on the fifth. and i leave the eighth for boston. then on the twelfth i leave on a big fat plane that wisks me away to amsterdam for 4 months (something i have still not entirely wrapped my head around).
that means only 7 days in seattle left.
timing is fucking everything. why do the good things only happen at inopportune times? girl meets boy. boy is absolutely wonderful. when boy is with girl they have happy times. girl has to leave. on a plane. for four months. to become exclusive would be...silly?
whine whine whine. blah.
work is exactly the same. the same non-english speaking fellows pull up in their big red trucks and give their special packages to bill. and every day i have to clean up dozens and dozens of pint glasses and poker chips and playing cards.
i must say, however, i miss the standing outside my building and meeting the transgenders and crackheads of boston. they were entertaining.
however time is ticking away. i leave for albuquerque on the second. back on the fifth. and i leave the eighth for boston. then on the twelfth i leave on a big fat plane that wisks me away to amsterdam for 4 months (something i have still not entirely wrapped my head around).
that means only 7 days in seattle left.
timing is fucking everything. why do the good things only happen at inopportune times? girl meets boy. boy is absolutely wonderful. when boy is with girl they have happy times. girl has to leave. on a plane. for four months. to become exclusive would be...silly?
whine whine whine. blah.
work is exactly the same. the same non-english speaking fellows pull up in their big red trucks and give their special packages to bill. and every day i have to clean up dozens and dozens of pint glasses and poker chips and playing cards.
i must say, however, i miss the standing outside my building and meeting the transgenders and crackheads of boston. they were entertaining.