i'm weak! weak i tell you
Tom just called. "What are you up to?" he asked.
"Dude -- must work; I've been putting it off for days."
"Hmmm," he says. "I understand. It's just that a patio sounds so good."
"A patio and a beer?" I ask. "Yes, that sounds divine."
Pause.
"Okay, you buy and I'll go," says little Miss No Willpower.
Thirty minutes and we'll be hitting the Gus's beer garden. And I ask you, what could be more lovely on a Sunday afternoon?
Really fun weekend. Last night I saw the sneak preview of Must Love Dogs (which this morning I renamed Must Love John Cusack) and today I saw Mad Hot Ballroom (yeah, I know, it's been out for a while. But I live in Podunk and we get movies later than all y'all city folk. Don't think I don't resent it.).
I went to see Must Love John Cusack with Slogrl and afterwards, because I was starving, we mosied over to Big Sky to grab a little something to eat. Who sat down only minutes before us? Richard and Michael who waved us over and asked us to join their table.
Total fun. Totally great convo. Totally great food. Totally great time. Chat chat chat. Laugh laugh laugh. My evenings out on the town have been curbed in the last six months or so, so it was a real treat. Plus, La Slogrl ordered a cake called something like "Secret Pleasure Chocolate Cake" and only ate half which meant I got to eat at least five forkfuls myself. Yum.
So, work. Yeah. Must get to that. But it is hot. I mean hot-hot. I mean, how do those people in Paso survive in this heat kind of hot. So beer and patio must take a high priority.
I love summer.
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