Dog sitting for GMB, and it's a groovy house, good dogs, and an object lesson in looking behind the curtain. Kitchen is a shocking disaster, and when I have ever been fearful of my own tidiness - I actually am not nearly the slacker I think I am. Also confirmed Dawn's visit in August - which is really exciting - it has literally been 15 years since I've seen her...plus it's my birthday weekend, and I'll be in my new digs, so it's all very groovy, as Karen would say. Hanging out tonight - enjoying the wonders of satellite tv again, a cool little house that reminds me a bit of one we stayed at in Denmark with the steep staircase and oddly located loo off the kitchen :) Chinese food delivered, dogs dozing, made call to confirm meetup with new arsenal pals tomorrow to watch euro final before work....so not a bad Saturday, all in all. Tomorrow, running the pbj roulade again, lemon-basil sorbet, chai ice cream and pink peppercorn-cherry ice creams. Not sure about daily pie - we'll see what veg is left when I get in...also, gonna take a break from the liquor for a bit...just to kind of kick my metabolism up a notch...been making steady progress, but I know just cutting out that will kill an easy 10lbs in a week...

Woohoo! deep in the heart of Douchebagland tonight! but kind of cool, in that i'm pretty sure i cemented my connection with owner Michael tonight, so there's that (because BarMat and his ridiculous girl who thought it was funny to laugh at me, got fucking OWNED; and I went after hours with them, which is odd, but hot guy with dreads giving me the "Yikes! Good luck with THAT" signal was fun).
I made their pizzas. it's what it comes down to.
love this job. this town has it's pros and cons, but ultimately, is full of people I love, so: I love it. I love every opportunity to engage. I like them. AndI have no need to broadcast my world (other than maybe the occasional Arsenal thing, or menu thing) to anyone else. Documenting for myself is what i have always done, and will continue to do. If you dig me, cool. If you don't: your loss. Seriously. YOUR LOSS. again. I'm not playing around. This is my life, and I am midway through it.. I know what I love, and what I will fight for. I am worth it. As SingerGuy said: "so totally worth all the wait".
As GMB said: "You are: smart, funny and so talented: he's an idiot."
Yeah. i know I'm not gorgeous, but ultimately, we all age, we all become not beautiful, so in the end, if you are awesome, isn't that enough? Sometimes, people tell you that it is, but their actions speak otherwise. So,  you know, go with your gut.If it says yes, try. If it doesn't work - try something else. Keep trying on shoes until you find one that fits. But stop trying to shove bullshit on your feet that clearly DO NOT FIT.
Also, I'm pretty sure our bucatini is the only pasta i want to eat: EVER. Holy shit: Italy.

Spent the evening with Charles last night - so very lovely to see him, even though his partner behaved like a ridiculous, spoiled, jealous 14-year old. It was so good to be with my best pal again. When we were young and goofy we made a promise to each other that we were each other's get out of jail free card. It was as if the ensuing 15 years was just a blip. It was so fantastic...and enlightening, and oddly, in the end empowering. We have a history now, have discovered so much about ourselves, to be able to spend time in his presence again is awesome. Also, strolling around his hood, looking for my lost phone (which we found where I made a quick pit stop) just talking, so easy so natural. I have so much love for my big bearded, insanely talented pal. His quick sweet kiss goodnight, totally unexpected and delightful,  floored me. So much to think about. Need to find a place to live in the city, because there is so much living to do, friends to support and help as they have helped me. Now, a nap before work.

meet and greet

Just keep running into interesting people....note to self, that's Johnny playing keyboards and guitar. Also, need to confirm that song was on that British show I was so fond of last year....yeah. Good. I cannot state more emphatically how at home I feel in this city. I love it, poseurs and douchebags and tourists and Amazonians, those things don't matter because the heart, the soul is there, if you look for it. The thing about people is, they are so quick to judge, to determine people's worth. You need to give people a chance to prove themselves. Not all is what it seems. Johnny is awesome, I enjoy the shit out of him. So it's nice that his band didn't suck. Seattle. No joke. This is where I live. LIVE. This is where shit really happens. Though, to be fair, DC kept me busy too :)

yeah, Boosh is the Best too. Oh, the Arsenal Off Season leads to waaaaay too much YouTube rambles.