And no being creative of any kind.
Just getting fat. That’s it. Eat all the food.
I have eaten out so much this past week, I feel like a lesbian in the club on her 21st birthday.
I didn’t take as many pictures as I would have liked to, but I did take a few. Getting to spend time with my Mainer has made me the happiest I have been in weeks. She actually used to live with me, and introduced me to the men that I currently work for. I owe most of my current professional success to Brie. Yes, like the cheese. If it weren’t for her, I would probably still be trying to organize the books and inter-workings of a local, disorganized cake shop.
Enough talking, here are some pictures from the past week.
This is a Brie. She’s got a little old man living on her chest.
I’m not sure if you can see this, but that is what felt like a few hundred birds, and some asshole kid who kept stirring them up, running after them with a beach shovel and going “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Over and over and over and over.
Might as well have been throwing chips all over the beach.
This would be a half eaten Pork Belly sammie with White BBQ Sauce, Maple Bacon Strips, herb something or other, tomatoes, lettuce, and I’m missing something, accompanied by a side of Maple Bacon Brussel Sprouts. Not Pictured: Shrimp Fritters. Also not pictured: the worst Cole Slaw EVER.
Should have taken a million food pictures, but by the time we got to eat at each meal, I just wanted it to already be in my stomach, so scarf it I did, sans pictures.
Point is, I had a great week.
And tomorrow I get to wake up at 5 am to take her to the airport, oh boy!
If it wasn’t her, I wouldn’t go, because fuck that.
Also, it’s not the airport 10 minutes down the road, it’s the one on the OTHER SIDE OF TOWN.
Speaking of Florida Winter, I should maybe mention that she changes her mind as often as a menopausal woman, so a few days ago it was beach weather, while today ended with wearing a coat to go get tacos and froyo.