about the beginning of my 28th year:
melissa and jesse went to work, like lame-asses, so i had the day to do whatever. i slept in. i think i had cereal for breakfast. then i set off. there’s a bee/honey store in town, ‘bee kind’, so i had to stop there. i bought some beeswax candles and some lavender honey and admired the beekeeping equipment for sale. after much bee and honey love, i set off for the coast. finding it turned out to be impossible on this particular route. i had a nice drive through some faery forests, though.
i returned to ‘the farm’ to...read and hang out with the kitties. melissa came home early, not feeling well. jesse a little later. i fed the ckickens, drank a cocktail of vodka and pear juice and ate some amazing, fresh-picked strawberries.
melissa with the pear juice-vodka cocktail
petting the ladies
beautiful, fresh-from-the-garden strawberries
melissa felt well enough to play ‘pole-bangers’, a game which is poised to sweep the nation. the three of us then got dressed and went to dinner. we learned that: according to our waitress, who couldn’t control the volume of her voice, ‘bistro’ means: entirely meat serving restaurant. jesse tried to check the menu of a couple places before we chose a restaurant, but we were misled. we also learned to carry more change so the obnoxious (and insulting, actually) waitress can't weasel a bigger tip out of us than she deserved, merely because she brought us change of specific bill denominations. aside from our obnoxious waitress, we had a lovely dinner with pictures taken by melissa (and on her camera, consequently).
it was a very chill, warm day, tinged with minor irritations, but an overall success.
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