Taking spaces.

I hate to fight with my blog, so we've taken a weekend off from each other.

Really, i've just been unrelentlessly busy. Recap, shall we?

Friday: Went to Ocean Palace and not Hong Kong Bakery. Artist met The Gang. Drank tea. Ate Moo Shoe. Can't spell it. Drank Tsing Tao Too. Went well. Still no movie.

Saturday: Hong Kong Bakery "to go" for breakfast before teaching class. Freshly baked. Artist approves. Our students are slowly starting to suspect, one by one, that there may be a thing between the Artist and I. Or they just know. Carlos knows. He is taking his exam within the week and since he had been one of my students, I hope he passes. There was a woman who came from the local Public Access Channel to see what we do and talk about us on her (show?). Tres ANNOYING. Spend afternoon lolling around Lark Street and Washington Park for Art on Lark. Spend a good deal of time in the bookstore on Lark that is closing down. Bought a French textbook from the late 80s. Looked at Art. Looked at Artist more than Art. Went back to Artist's place where he made yummy crepes of a kind I haven't had since I was in Paris in '03. Next time i'm trying the one with sugar and lemon juice. Witnessed the forging of a Joint Business Venture between the local Starbucks and Liquor store. Wine-tasted (argentina, OK. port, too tawny) I forget the rest. It's not Woot Woot, it's Woop Woop but I was right about it being an Australian wine. Don't know what a punt is for, still-- but according to the all knowing internet noone really knows what it's for so we should all just give up now. Went back to my place, finally watched Life is Beautiful (of which the Artist slept through 30%) and drank my 1998 Crianza Rioja.

(side note): Finished my 1998 Crianza last night, alone.

Sunday: Hong Kong Bakery for breakfast. Again. Meet the friends there. This time all the pastries were still warm while we had a chance to inhale them. Decide to go watch the World Cup soccer stuff with the boys. Roland convinces me to go get food with him, to keep him company. He buys me a Coolata as a thank you. I spend next few hours vomiting the Coolata, then falling asleep and thus missing the game. Around 5 (?6, 7), we go to Red Robin's in Latham Farms and I get French Onion soup and salad. I spend the evening drinking wine (supra), reading A Farewell to Arms and cuddled up under my blanket cause my room was freezing. Tried to get to sleep early. Did, sort of.

Today: At work. Just finished a cream cheese bagel. Not craving Hong Kong Bakery. Artist leaves for Cali for a week tomorrow, so it's good-bye tonight. Wondering how the rest of the week will go.

In other news, it appears Tom (not the director) is no longer ignoring me so that's good. I got to look at the photo book about Chile. I can't wait to see it with my own eyes, if I do. Not looking forward to working a 30 hour week, this week. It's cold in the office and it's supposed to rain this week. Also, the elephant is certainly out of the closet, or living room, but we've allowed him to chill out on the bed, as long as he doesn't cause any trouble. It's not so bad for now, he's really a very tiny elephant, but he's growing fast.

I hate my penchant for analogy-zing.

Oh, I got an A on my 10 page.

Go me!