The Finishing Project: Installment Four
Date Night
Tears in my chai.
We force connection
isn't so hard.
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Monday Night's Match at Bastille Cafe and Bar, Seattle
ROUND ONE
Hendricks Martini w/ an Orange Twist
and Monk's Habit (Calvados, Aquavit, Benedictine & Antica Formula)
and Monk's Habit (Calvados, Aquavit, Benedictine & Antica Formula)
ROUND TWO
2009 Domaine Dupeuble, Beaujolais
and Two Beers Evo IPA
Cheers,
date night
She keeps taking hits.
Her beauty fleets and shies.
Her jeans don't fit, her face scarred.
She weeps openly and freely, but they both know
[by jove, they have both learned
that as much as they both want to let him swoop in
and romance her back to a thin, young place]
That she must do the work.
She started with him in tandem, driving.
They progressed to one hand holding the seat, training wheels trepidatiously removed.
But still, he was there,
Ready in an instant to shatter the facade of her independence,
If she should need it.
She's now scared;
It's time to take a spin around the cul-de-sac
And she knows he'll let go.
And she knows that the faster and more steady she becomes,
the less she'll notice.
She is guilty of relying lazily on his perfect balance,
his stalwart legs.
Out of love and hate,
with tears washing her face
she man ups.
Does it solo.
Tries not to look back.
Tries like hell to make him proud.
One night, she tells him over a bottle of wine how she's loosing ground.
And needs him to put the safety back on.
He whispered in her ear as they fall asleep,
"How did I ever find you?"
And the words, like caresses and deep breaths,
Wash her cells, her sad blood, anew.
And even if she had to swallow the fierce pain of dependence,
decides that tonight, just one night
she can borrow his vision again.
She slumbers to visions of ribbons flying free on the handlebars and eyes closed in belief and bliss.
Without the good, good love from another human, we cannot love ourselves.
It's not your fault.
the perfect setting
We had just returned from a fabulous dinner at Bizzarro and from watching "Midnight in Paris" (which we adored! go see it!). We came home to whip up some sort of mouse or custard, but instead became distracted by the delicious Barbara we bought on the way home, and the perfect setting on my camera to capture candlelight and sunset. Forgive the slew of pictures; I simply had to share.
the weekend that dreams are made of
My lover and I keep having these "is this seriously our life?!" weekends.
We are relishing every little morsel.
Friday night, Joel told me to "dress for dinner." He then made up some delicious Cuban sandwiches, poured a nice bottle of Bordeaux, and sat me down in my Sunday best to watch all 10 hours of the Royal Wedding coverage he downloaded from the BBC. (Four days later, we aren't even through the ceremony). We took a break mid-way to step out for a delicious bit of bread pudding and nip of whiskey. Silly though it was (and rather impractical to eat a messy sandwich while dressed up), it was a very important time of connection for us both. When did adults stop playing pretend?
Saturday we decided to walk to the Farmer's Market for some produce and meat to grill. Joel has been ALL about his grill lately, and so we found a dozen fresh oysters and some lamb chops. While walking home, we ducked into a coffee shop for a quick Americano and game of Farkle (one of our newest date obsessions). After a few hours, lunch called us to the Village Sushi, just down the street.
Off to the hardware store and a quick stop for another of our latest obsessions, fro yo!
I' faith, I myself enjoyed it a bit too much, and spent the night and next day paying for it. Sunday we spent recovering from my booze intake. We drove to Joel's parents and picnicked on their lawn for a few hours, soaking up the sunshine, resting, and talking.
There are Mondays when I feel refreshed and ready to take on the tasks of the work week, but friends - I tell you, today I am wishing for an extension of my weekend something awful. What would I do, you ask? Just as Joel asswered last night when I asked him..."spend more time with you."
One of the things I've really come to appreciate about Joel is not only his unwavering work ethic (he loves hard work!), but also his ability to rest when necessary (it IS a skill to be learned). These traits do not often come packaged together in a male, and I need both from him so desperately. He's my closest friend and I still thank my lucky stars every single day for the promise of a lifetime with such a kind, intelligent, sexy, wise, and persevering soul.
Not to mention, I really like his bod.
Swoon.
Back to the grind.
Back to the grind.
tea revives you
The Story of A Night:
A husband and wife, having just finished eating a dinner of pasta and cucumber salad, sat on the couch to converse. Her blood felt heavy in her veins, a sadness slowing her bones. As the sun set, their eyes began to droop. Feeling unable to stomach bedding themselves at 8:30pm, they decided to put on their shoes, coats, scarves; she painted her lips. They braced themselves against the spring wind, mighty and surprising. Arriving at their favorite local tea shop, she ordered her usual Chai and he some rare form of Jasmine. They decided to accept the cozy invitation of the lounge chairs and began to peruse the random assortment of books. She took up a photographic homage to Marlene Dietrich; he leafed through a travel guide to tea shops in the Northwest. Classical music played overhead, the mystical scent of incense infused the air. Afterward, they stopped for gelato and walked the blocks home; their energy and moods much elevated and invigorated by the fresh air and whimsical spontaneousness.
In short, they felt better.
In short, they felt better.
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