Sunday
I worked most of this weekend. Such is the life of a cafe owner in the touristy area of the city. I don't have to work every weekend, but I'm a softy at heart and I let my employees lay on the puppy dog eyes at least 2 weekends a month. It's not like I've anything better to do.
This evening, though, Tricia came over and brought her current man and we got carry out and a couple of bottles of wine from The Purple Wine Bar . A grand time was had by all.
Tricia is my best friend here in Seattle. And my ex. Which seems odd to most people, when I tell them, but it works for us. My icon is a picture of the two of us together at a wedding reception a few months ago. We haven't dated since 2001, but we're always each other's fall-back date when we're not dating someone. And sometimes when we are. We met in line at the post office on April 15. Both of us had forgotten all about taxes, she because she's scattered and ridiculous like that, and me because I was new to having to pay taxes on April 15. She was pretty and fun and a Seattle native who showed me all over the city an introduced me to all the local hotspots. She's also quite the fan of the outdoors, which I could never get into beyond kayaking on Lake Union and Lake Washington. Spending months and months and months in a tent searching for needles in haystacks will do that to you.
We both judge any boyfriend (and every once in a while a girlfriend for both of us) the other gets by their ability to tolerate our presence in each other's lives. We know a relationship won't last long if said significant other does not like us. I hope that made sense. I confused myself writing it.
Tricia is my rock. She's the one I turned to when I found out John had a wife and kids in Portland and a girlfriend on the side. She's who I turned to when Andrew moved back east, when I broke up with Noah, and then Natalie, when Neville left. And when Owen and I ended it with a screaming row. Dunno where I'd be without her, really.
Anyway, Tricia and Rob and I had a grand time tonight. Eating and drinking and laughing. I can't wait for Ron and Hermione to meet her at Christmas. Ron will think she's a bit barmy, but like her because she's fun, and Hermione will at first think of her like she thought of Luna but then have an actual conversation with her. She's very smart. Has a master's degree in Chemistry.
So that was my Sunday. I was careful not to drink too much, else 4:15 am will HURT. There are times when I think myself a complete nutter for working in the industry I do, but I love coffee, and I love cafes, and I love Seattle before most people have gotten up.
This evening, though, Tricia came over and brought her current man and we got carry out and a couple of bottles of wine from The Purple Wine Bar . A grand time was had by all.
Tricia is my best friend here in Seattle. And my ex. Which seems odd to most people, when I tell them, but it works for us. My icon is a picture of the two of us together at a wedding reception a few months ago. We haven't dated since 2001, but we're always each other's fall-back date when we're not dating someone. And sometimes when we are. We met in line at the post office on April 15. Both of us had forgotten all about taxes, she because she's scattered and ridiculous like that, and me because I was new to having to pay taxes on April 15. She was pretty and fun and a Seattle native who showed me all over the city an introduced me to all the local hotspots. She's also quite the fan of the outdoors, which I could never get into beyond kayaking on Lake Union and Lake Washington. Spending months and months and months in a tent searching for needles in haystacks will do that to you.
We both judge any boyfriend (and every once in a while a girlfriend for both of us) the other gets by their ability to tolerate our presence in each other's lives. We know a relationship won't last long if said significant other does not like us. I hope that made sense. I confused myself writing it.
Tricia is my rock. She's the one I turned to when I found out John had a wife and kids in Portland and a girlfriend on the side. She's who I turned to when Andrew moved back east, when I broke up with Noah, and then Natalie, when Neville left. And when Owen and I ended it with a screaming row. Dunno where I'd be without her, really.
Anyway, Tricia and Rob and I had a grand time tonight. Eating and drinking and laughing. I can't wait for Ron and Hermione to meet her at Christmas. Ron will think she's a bit barmy, but like her because she's fun, and Hermione will at first think of her like she thought of Luna but then have an actual conversation with her. She's very smart. Has a master's degree in Chemistry.
So that was my Sunday. I was careful not to drink too much, else 4:15 am will HURT. There are times when I think myself a complete nutter for working in the industry I do, but I love coffee, and I love cafes, and I love Seattle before most people have gotten up.