Saturday, November 10, 2007

and a Happy Caturday to you, too.

Its Saturday. I'm at Greg's house, sitting up in his bed while he takes a shower. Although its the middle of the day, he just got up. He's been awake for a while, both of us sitting on his bed looking at the internets, but I'd already gotten up, did some reading, showered, and fetched coffee, tea and bagles.

We were out not-too-late last night for Toby's birthday. His party was at Denise's house ostensibly, but really, it was all about the back "yard". The "yard" is actually a large-scale architectural sculpture thingy. I don't know how to describe it exactly, its like the Watt's Towers or any other sculptural space, a life time work pieced together by a driven eccentric.

But that's not even the point. We'll discuss this "yard" later. For now, I just want to say its gray and drizzly outside. We're going to Kelley's, then to the optometrist, then I'm getting my legs waxed, and then we have a date. We = Greg and I. It is Saturday.

Fuck, I can't get the spell checker to work, and I know there must be spelling errors here. Sorry.

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  2. The Caturday night date was wonderful!

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