Sometime last weekend we bought some galletas, helados, avocados and a lime-green broom with sticker eyes from La Esperanza corner market. On every shelf, every can and package is lined up perfectly like I've only ever seen in 99 cent stores. This is my good friend Levon and my roommate Megyn:
I'm tired from work and I just cracked open a beer without really thinking, so now I must drink this beer, but it's tasty (Flying Dog Ale) so why wouldn't I?
Megyn and I drank like it was serious business last night. It was really nice, sitting at the kitchen table with a fifth of liquor and a couple of shot glasses. We would pour a shot, tinkle the glasses in cheers, then silently and somberly drink it down. We talked, talked for days, and progressively got more drunk. She ate Tikka Masala and I made a grilled cheese sandwich and we drank rum.
Heads up, folks, I'm compiling the Best Albums of 2008 Thus Far list, a mid-year review. Also, if you are in Santa Cruz and you want some of the music I'm going to wax poetic about, just throw some blank CDs my way.
Love,
Ren