PIC OF THE DAY!
Photo prompt=HABIT. Well. Not that this is a bad habit, but something I’d like to curb a bit. I drink about a pot of coffee (with steamed milk) a day. Probably not the best for me. Plus, I eat so much bread. I heart bread more than anything, and I’m sure that’s one of the big reasons for my chunk. Must. Fight. Urge.
TODAY…
1. Had a pleasant day (though a little sore) like Yoga Man promised!
2. So thankful that a new decade is right around the corner.
3. Thankful for CC’s friendship. He’s taking me to look at Christmas lights tonight!
4. Thankful for getting into the spirit–finally?
5. Thankful that mom and dad are coming tomorrow to pick up the daybed–step 1 in the Great Move of ’10.
Hello. Well, hell. I started writing this entry, but I don’t have time to finish it right now because I’ve made a date with my friend CC to go drive around and look at Christmas lights tonight. I love doing that, and I think it will finally get me into the spirit of the season. I hope.
But that means I’m going to have to come back and finish this entry later tonight. And I really DO have to finish it tonight because I have about a dozen things to do first thing in the morning.
So. I’m going to put it out there right now: NO getting super-tipsy with CC tonight! Because that happens every single time I’ve seen him. Without exception. See, there are pluses and minuses to having friends who are fine wine collectors.
Okay. I’ll be back.
Annnnnd….I’m back. It’s just past 5am, and yes, I’m just getting in. Yes, I am up for the day because I have tons and tons of stuff to do this morning.
And no, there was nothing really happening between CC and me. Well, except for a really nice evening/night. Remember talking all night long with your boyfriend and never even really touching each other? You don’t? Maybe?
Well regardless, that’s what happened. We went to see the Christmas lights in the ritzy part of the hood, and then CC took me to dinner. We dined al fresco under a heat lamp that didn’t even really need to be turned on, and talked and talked. Then we drove back around to see if we’d missed anything (the lights were a bit anticlimactic and I’m still not fully in the spirit).
And then back to CC’s place to sample some cognac. He wanted to do a taste test with me, and I thought that was really nice that he’s interested in teaching me about the finer aspects of booze. Heh. Really, it’s quite fun to hear him tell stories about the difference between 50-year-old cognac and 80-year-old stuff. And he even showed me photos of the barrels in France.
And THEN! Out on the balcony to check out the twinkling lights of the city. More talk and then samplings of Port (I used to have a taste for Port, but that was many years and stories ago…I told him a bunch of stories about the Marc Hendrickse Experience–which I realize is all written down in a paper journal because it was in the early 90s–damn! So long ago).
Anyway, Port was consumed, then more talk, and then a realization that it was after 4am, so he made me some coffee and we talked more and more and….
Finally. A hand on my knee and a slight brush of my lips with his. We’re still friends, but I realize now that he really didn’t try to ram his tongue down my throat on the night we met! I guess I just assumed that’s what he was trying to do. Oh believe me, I KNOW he would have walked on in if I’d opened that door, but I also realize that he has some modicum of self-control.
So perhaps he’s growing on me. I have to tell you that I talked with him alllllll night and I could have stayed and talked more and more if it weren’t 5am. I really enjoy his company. A lot.
I’m a little slap-happy, so I will close now. Just wanted to get on here and finish up this entry and tell you how much I truly love YOU!
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