[ promises ]
I sweated intensly today. For multiple reasons.
I also went shopping buying things few people will appreciate because 98% of the world is made up of tasteless assholes.
But thankfully, Eli was most appreciative of the Blue Cult jeans I bought him as a surprise. They look soo God-damned hot on that boy! I kept on telling him..this is the way jeans are supposed to look on a guy!
We ate at Roy's Riverboat Landing tonight on one of the private balconys overlooking the Cape Fear and Water St. The cuisine was fabulous. Both of our dishes were so fulfilling. Their creme brulee was delicious but quite rare in form. Eli complained...'there was nothing brulee'd about it!' They did fan the strawberrys and provide us with whipped butter and endless supplies of Roy Rogers.
Honestly, the weather before it rained downtown was so fantastic. It's been so long since I've witnessed such an lighting scheme. The closest analogy I could use to describe it would be to imagine yourself under an extremely lightblue/gray bedsheet with a very bright light illuminating the sheet from the opposite side. And beneath the sheet is the heat of two bodies that would make the air thick save for the refreshingly cool gusts of wind from the storm. Thus was the stratosphere on Front St at 7 pm this evening.
It would be appropriate to mention that it was thundering and lightning while we were eating at Roy's. The rain was consistantly light which was good because we did not get wet. I actually prefered that it was stormy out...we watched the sun fall behind the battleship.
Also, I can never remember if i pronounce it cigarette or cigarette.
I sucked at pool today. Our favourite pool stick has gone to shit. RIP 19s.
Tomorrow Eli and I party from dawn until dawn and then some. Havok will be reaked. Not really, but sunday morning will be a cocktail of euphoria and exhaustion.
Annnnd I still haven't talked to Schyler since she got back from Cali [tuesday] and so I am now under the assumption that she hates my guts seeing as she has yet to return a phone call.
ATTN: EDMUND MCGRAW MCCAFFRAY---This may sound like an awful thing to request, but I really want my Expose Your Hose shirt. It's a part of me. I miss sleeping in it. So let's coordinate some form of exchange. And don't tease me about chewing on your dog's ears...you know how jealous I get. I love JP.
Oh yes, and I enjoy sitting by the traintracks...if I can call it "sitting".
I also went shopping buying things few people will appreciate because 98% of the world is made up of tasteless assholes.
But thankfully, Eli was most appreciative of the Blue Cult jeans I bought him as a surprise. They look soo God-damned hot on that boy! I kept on telling him..this is the way jeans are supposed to look on a guy!
We ate at Roy's Riverboat Landing tonight on one of the private balconys overlooking the Cape Fear and Water St. The cuisine was fabulous. Both of our dishes were so fulfilling. Their creme brulee was delicious but quite rare in form. Eli complained...'there was nothing brulee'd about it!' They did fan the strawberrys and provide us with whipped butter and endless supplies of Roy Rogers.
Honestly, the weather before it rained downtown was so fantastic. It's been so long since I've witnessed such an lighting scheme. The closest analogy I could use to describe it would be to imagine yourself under an extremely lightblue/gray bedsheet with a very bright light illuminating the sheet from the opposite side. And beneath the sheet is the heat of two bodies that would make the air thick save for the refreshingly cool gusts of wind from the storm. Thus was the stratosphere on Front St at 7 pm this evening.
It would be appropriate to mention that it was thundering and lightning while we were eating at Roy's. The rain was consistantly light which was good because we did not get wet. I actually prefered that it was stormy out...we watched the sun fall behind the battleship.
Also, I can never remember if i pronounce it cigarette or cigarette.
I sucked at pool today. Our favourite pool stick has gone to shit. RIP 19s.
Tomorrow Eli and I party from dawn until dawn and then some. Havok will be reaked. Not really, but sunday morning will be a cocktail of euphoria and exhaustion.
Annnnd I still haven't talked to Schyler since she got back from Cali [tuesday] and so I am now under the assumption that she hates my guts seeing as she has yet to return a phone call.
ATTN: EDMUND MCGRAW MCCAFFRAY---This may sound like an awful thing to request, but I really want my Expose Your Hose shirt. It's a part of me. I miss sleeping in it. So let's coordinate some form of exchange. And don't tease me about chewing on your dog's ears...you know how jealous I get. I love JP.
Oh yes, and I enjoy sitting by the traintracks...if I can call it "sitting".