Day 205: Have A Seat
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Margaritas in celebration of mortality! I think A would delight in the darkness of that statement. [Project 365
Went to a party. Warmed a house. Met a dog with a British accent who couldn’t get enough weiners. Ahhh, weekends. [Project 365]
My pal D alerted me to the $5 Friday midnight matinees going on this month in the basement over at Power House, which suits this night owl just fine. We saw "Teeth," which I liked way more than I expected to. Next week: "Fido." Vagina dentata AND zombies? It’s like they’re showing these flicks just for me! [Project 365]
Every damn photo I took Sunday night was blurry so I must point you in the direction of the professional photographs taken by one Brandon Dill, the Mid-South’s premier freelance photographer who manages to make people look pretty even while they are sweaty, drunken messes. [Project 365
A person can do worse than a Saturday afternoon spent swimming and lounging and eating turkey and goat cheese and heirloom tomato sandwiches with her friends. Much worse. [Project 365]
The house hunt has begun in earnest. It’s terrifying in the same way that a crush is: So much daydreaming, so much hope, so much learning to deal with rejection. Like most first-time buyers, I initially overestimated what I’d be able to afford and I’m having to rein it in and ground my dreams a bit. It stings a little but, hey, that’s just what you do when you bring one income to the table…
There is something very Frankensteinian about the color of these blooms that I like very much. [Project 365]
I went to the Cove and completely unexpectedly meet a ton of Twitter friends and we drank and guffawed loudly at Supervixens while others sketched the model nearby. Flippin’ awesome. [Project 365]
This? Is just ridiculous. To be fair, I did drink orange juice. With champagne. But that still counts. [Project 365]
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