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Mother of Life...

We were out past 2am.

I commented to Sara that I'm ninety the last time I was out this late was four to six years ago.
She chuckled and replied "Uh... last weekend?"
There is a cradle, somewhere near Dallas, that I appear to have robbed.

That said, what an awesome evening. :-D

Leeks
Onions
Tonnes of mushrooms
lots of garlic
tamari-tamari-tamari
mashed potatoes

Cook for many hours

Add soy milk at the end


I don't think I've forgotten anything, but rosemary, sage and/or thyme plus a little bit of sesame oil, would go really well in this. :-) It's Raynedaze's mushroom gravy/sauce.

I now need to come up with something (most likely mashed potatoes) upon-which to *put* Raynedaze's mushroom gravy/sauce.

That said, I'm sure I can come up with something. :-D


My friends like my girlfriend,
My girlfriend likes my friends (although she was somewhat intimidated by (A) the constant music-related attention, and (B) the effortless, from-memory spouting of poetry)
That said, there *was* effortless, from-memory spouting of poetry, which *I* think is pretty damn awesome.
And Sara read from the Vagina Monologues to great, and well-deserved applause.

Life is good. :-)


That said, I woke up at 10:15, still sleepy and too rushed to get anything much done. Alas, I didn't get to linger over breakfast with my Young Lady -- in any case, she had a soup order to get filled, so it's not like we could have lingered for very long -- but had to scurry home to make a salad, change my clothes, and hurry over to Lunacy_Gal's place for the writing party.
Wherein we got about two hours of writing done in a six (or three, in my case hour period.

There was a lot of eating and chatting as well. It was good.

None the less, I was cranky. (This is what happens when you don't get to sleep until ~3am).

Hahaha. Here was me thinking we'd be out until 1am, and then go back to my place.
Sometime between 2am and 2:30 we wandered out of the Rochester Abode and headed towards her place instead. (Foolish me -- it would have been good to know that beforehand -- I'd have packed spare, comfortable shoes, a hair elastic, and a toothbrush).

So, yeah. I was rushing, and sleep-depped, and running late (I'd figured on arriving chez Lunacy_Gal between 11:30 and noon -- I didn't get the bus until ten after twelve... And missed my connection by five minutes, no less...)

<*sigh*>

Anyway. Lots of good eaten has been had. :-)

And Sara and I got to sing together again. :-) (Snuggling on Raynedaze's couch, singing along to K.D.'s Hymns of the 49th Parallel, "A Case of You" -- Someone, most likely Commodorified, commented that "that much cute should be illegal", or something similar. Given the circumstances, all I could do was smile and keep singing. ;-)


All this wonderful stuff/ness, however, has also involved some thinking... As in thinking about Paul.


See, for the last four years, Thanks Giving has been spent juggling the calendar between my family and the two sides of his extended family. (Which basically means that I'm used to this weekend being exhausting. ;-)
But, of course, I find myself wondering: What's he doing? How's he feeling? What turns has his life taken since he moved out of his parents' place at the beginning of September?

And I don't think it's my right (or a good idea, for that matter) to give he a call or (more likely) drop him a line to see how he's doing.

I'm enjoying my new life without him. Some days I still feel a bit regretful, but mostly this is totally the best thing I could have done, and it's showing.
And I want to share my happiness with him.

And that's why this is so weird.


I mean, it's not like I'm in the habit of staying friends with my exes. The only one that even vaguely qualifies for that term is Dolston -- and I'm not sure he counts, either as a friend (as opposed to a friendly accquaintance) or as an ex. (That said, I've only had three exes so far, and I'm still not sure how this third one is going to play out...) Weirdly, I kinda think I saw Gav (ex #2) on Redeau street today. Perched on one of those concrete tree-enclosures on the corner of Redeau and Dalhousie, outside the Second Cup. How totally random. <*shrug*>

ANYWAY.

It's not quite 8pm, and I need to get up and work (eeeeeeewwwww...) tomorrow. So I shall depart.

On the plus side, I have a tonne of salad and humous and other stuff to take in for lunch tomorrow, so that should be okay. :-)


This weekend was definitely not long enough.


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)


P.S.: I want new pretty dresses. Of the sort that hit about mid-thigh and have princess seams. I shall have to snoop around VV one of these days. :-)


- TTFN,
- Me.