:: Sunday, July 04, 2004 :: Last night I met up with Tree and we drank a bottle of wine on her back porch, and ate cheese, bread and good olive oil. Mmmm.
Afterwards we went to a nearby pub and drank more wine, talked, and listened to a guy playing his guitar and singing sweet cover songs. It was great; he was so good. We dropped a healthy amount in his tip jar and he nodded gracefully.
"G'night ladies."
Ladies.
I blushed.
We walked back to the subway station, smiling at the hazy full moon hanging just over the park treetops.
