Sitting in a cafe in Chicago
Being perfectly antisocial. Sitting across from my fellow native Sacramentan, we're each on our respective internetty-phone devices, he, reading tweets (no judgement from me, as I'm an avid tweeter) and I'm responding to a prod to post more, which I'll attempt to do.
Drinking a Bailey's spiked coffee at Cafe Selmarie. The pastries and cakes here look so fucking incredible. Like, buy an entire cake for my plane ride home tomorrow. Food has arrived, I bid you adieu.
Drinking a Bailey's spiked coffee at Cafe Selmarie. The pastries and cakes here look so fucking incredible. Like, buy an entire cake for my plane ride home tomorrow. Food has arrived, I bid you adieu.