Last night an informal dinner. Two bottles of wine, pork tenderloin with shallot sauce, roasted vegetables, roasted potatoes, organic brownies, cheese, crackers. I can, indeed, cook. We eat everything. Later, drunken confessions. Knowing what you know now, would you be doing this. Answers: maybe not. For me, I guess, it's different because I came in knowing and expecting nothing and leave on decent terms. The past three years have enriched my life significantly, have been worth the investment, I guess.
This morning two hour brunch. They don't care what I do. We talk about issues, the mundane, people compliment me on my radio topic last week, it's awesome.
Yesterday, dessert and coffee. I recognize the waitress from burlesque and feel like I'm in on a secret. We talk about when people get wrinkles, my relationship, our roommates, etc. She points out that I am vastly ungrateful considering how excellent my significant other is, as I was complaining about how I have to partly choose between him and possible career options, as I was explaining how much he's going to be working over the next few years. It is true. Sometimes it's like I imagined him into being.
Friday, the significant other took me out for sushi, a really sweet date, and we talked about what we did that day which still feels like playing pretend sometimes, sharing plates of rolls and sashimi and a sake ceasar. I made banana pancakes the next day and got him out of bed. Those are the best mornings.
The people you eat with. Enrich your diet, enrich your life.
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My convocation pictures are funny because I could still be in high school, other than a difference in how the gown looks I look exactly the same...
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