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Today we went to the aquarium so the fish could get a look at us. And then I got to try out my new camera, which I should have been doing all along, but I think a few pictures actually turned out reasonably well. Butterflies are much more photogenic than sharks who can't stop swimming, so my best pics from the aquarium were actually of winged species.
Then there was Amigo's with Malick, The Russian, and her friend whose name I can pronounce but not spell, and we were broke, so we went through four waters, two margaritas, and five rounds of tortillas frijoles (aka chips). I remember several saturdays at Amigos in such a different context (and with a different significant other coming along) and am much happy to be refrequenting the place in happier circumstances. But what is up with me running around post-graduation, doubly jobbed, and yet living off waters and free chips? Old habits die hard, eh?