Hanging out with you gives me an excuse to dress nicely going out. Because I value you, and I associate happiness with nice outfits, however I define it that day. So if I show up overdressed, it’s just because I like you.
I’m drinking Elizabeth’s wine (don’t want her to get a headache since she says too much wine gives her a headache) and she brought me more garlic bread. Friendship is a beautiful, tasty thing.
And so far we’ve had a serious Michelle Branch moment and I’ve hidden evidence of my drinking from Facebook lest preachy people and those I went to school with be informed wine and potentially whiskey be involved in impromptu pasta day.
TIME FOR GARLIC BREAD AND SPAGHETTI WITH MEATBALLS and a tasteful topping of shredded parmesan and black olives.
Me actually getting notes
Bro, your art is fantastic! I mean, just the style to your pieces! I mean, it makes me wish I still had my Art Appreciation textbook so I could find the right damn words to say “That is a damn fine piece of art.” But I don’t. So you take those notes and have yourself a cookie as well.
(And you’re making us more art? BLESS.)