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I've been so busy.
Sunday was mine and Marissa's anniversary so I took her out to dinner. I thought it'd be nice to give her a break from cooking, even though she loves it. I would've cooked myself but what I can successfully make is pretty limited, and I wanted the evening to be enjoyable. I bought her flowers and a necklace...neither of which could even begin to express my gratitude for having her in my life.
Wasn't my shirt wonderful Monday? I don't think it was something anyone expected to me to wear as several people had to do double takes. I was tempted to blame it on Sean but he has absolutely no flair. There was no need to pin blame anyway. I actually like the shirt no matter how "gay" it is.
Tuesday and Wednesday seem to be blurs of inconsequential things, unless something of importance is completely escaping me (which wouldn't surprise me in the least).
Thursday was a helluva day. Steph and I were given the opportunity to induct our father into the Madison Square Garden Walk of Fame. That was around noon, and all the events surrounding it didn't last too late into the day. Which was good because I was holding on to my plan of dragging Sean out onto the town. And I did just that. We went to The Bitter End, which was my suggestion. Not a place I've frequented much, so I thought it'd be nice to take in a different atmosphere. There were a few different musical performances, none of which I could recall the name of, but they were enjoyable. There was a rather energetic band on for the greater part of the duration that we were there. I'm not sure how to categorize their music, but I liked it. I've always had a soft spot of the local sounds around New York. I had a good time being out of the loft, drinking, talking to Sean, talking to a few strangers. I even managed to coerce Sean into dancing with me. I think we may just have to make a habit of hitting the club scene more often.
Tonight was a more relaxed, stay at home evening. Which I do enjoy. Especially following an evening spent at a club. And spent drinking. At least I wasn't too hungover today...
And that was my week in a very, very small nutshell.
Sunday was mine and Marissa's anniversary so I took her out to dinner. I thought it'd be nice to give her a break from cooking, even though she loves it. I would've cooked myself but what I can successfully make is pretty limited, and I wanted the evening to be enjoyable. I bought her flowers and a necklace...neither of which could even begin to express my gratitude for having her in my life.
Wasn't my shirt wonderful Monday? I don't think it was something anyone expected to me to wear as several people had to do double takes. I was tempted to blame it on Sean but he has absolutely no flair. There was no need to pin blame anyway. I actually like the shirt no matter how "gay" it is.
Tuesday and Wednesday seem to be blurs of inconsequential things, unless something of importance is completely escaping me (which wouldn't surprise me in the least).
Thursday was a helluva day. Steph and I were given the opportunity to induct our father into the Madison Square Garden Walk of Fame. That was around noon, and all the events surrounding it didn't last too late into the day. Which was good because I was holding on to my plan of dragging Sean out onto the town. And I did just that. We went to The Bitter End, which was my suggestion. Not a place I've frequented much, so I thought it'd be nice to take in a different atmosphere. There were a few different musical performances, none of which I could recall the name of, but they were enjoyable. There was a rather energetic band on for the greater part of the duration that we were there. I'm not sure how to categorize their music, but I liked it. I've always had a soft spot of the local sounds around New York. I had a good time being out of the loft, drinking, talking to Sean, talking to a few strangers. I even managed to coerce Sean into dancing with me. I think we may just have to make a habit of hitting the club scene more often.
Tonight was a more relaxed, stay at home evening. Which I do enjoy. Especially following an evening spent at a club. And spent drinking. At least I wasn't too hungover today...
And that was my week in a very, very small nutshell.