Breakfast at 13:00
Yesterday, after shopping and brief problems with the C--T, I called up vonbosh to meet him at a doener joint, but he instead was just beginning to make minute steaks. I jumped at the chance for a home-cooked meal as always, and skampered over for quite the delish square meal. I'm just not trying anymore, The best I do is fresh pasta, these days. I have, in a year, not actually fryed meat here. The efficiency problem is primarily that the scent lingers for days after cooking. Maybe reciprocal cooking will incite me.
I had origionally expected to just get a quiet drink with T---r at the Scottish bar, who is really great by himself but tends to be quiet in large groups. I then recieved a call on each handy and an SMS while doing the perfunctory dishes. This snowballed into eight people. Sitting directly across the coffe table from vonbosh and I was a deligtful looking woman dressed in sort of an office-goth vein, alone, reading Wiskey magazine. I was immedaitely enamored, but when she pulled out a techier-than-thou computer/handy, I made a gleeful sqeak that I'm hoping no one heard. Just as I was about to breach the courage and therefore language barrier, A goon squad of chronologically challeneged nerd-vikings knuckeld in to greet her. I give up and try to enjoy my Brachladdich.
She then seems to flirt with almost each of Odin's kids, and vonbosch and I are a bit stunned, try to comprehend the link. What is her deal? Dating any, dating all, or just a flirty person? I'm debating ditching P-t and E--e later to go to the Kir, where they will probably be. In spite of the fact that Regardless that I know E--e's hot, young, single friends will be there. I can do this because they are not interested in whiskey or gadgetry. I settle the dabate with even-odd from the uno deck. Yellow Six smugly glares and tells me to go with P-t, and, to make a long story short, I completely regret it. Of all the words that time has seen, the saddest of all: it might have been.
I had origionally expected to just get a quiet drink with T---r at the Scottish bar, who is really great by himself but tends to be quiet in large groups. I then recieved a call on each handy and an SMS while doing the perfunctory dishes. This snowballed into eight people. Sitting directly across the coffe table from vonbosh and I was a deligtful looking woman dressed in sort of an office-goth vein, alone, reading Wiskey magazine. I was immedaitely enamored, but when she pulled out a techier-than-thou computer/handy, I made a gleeful sqeak that I'm hoping no one heard. Just as I was about to breach the courage and therefore language barrier, A goon squad of chronologically challeneged nerd-vikings knuckeld in to greet her. I give up and try to enjoy my Brachladdich.
She then seems to flirt with almost each of Odin's kids, and vonbosch and I are a bit stunned, try to comprehend the link. What is her deal? Dating any, dating all, or just a flirty person? I'm debating ditching P-t and E--e later to go to the Kir, where they will probably be. In spite of the fact that Regardless that I know E--e's hot, young, single friends will be there. I can do this because they are not interested in whiskey or gadgetry. I settle the dabate with even-odd from the uno deck. Yellow Six smugly glares and tells me to go with P-t, and, to make a long story short, I completely regret it. Of all the words that time has seen, the saddest of all: it might have been.