Esp showed up at my door, hopping excited (and desperate for a bathroom), and we squealed like little girls. She delivered unto me the ultimate present: A Hello Kitty! Toaster! I've been carboloading ever since.
We decided to walk all weekend long, what with the 70 degree clear blue skies.
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We walk, passing the bubbles from the New Year's party at my bar back and forth, leaving a trail of bubbles for two miles.
We walk, dropping into the museum to take a look at Jewish life in Poland in the 1930s
We walk, seeking ahi sashimi at the wharf at the restaurant my brother used to work at.
We walk, and I wave at my barback walking towards us as we're walking away from the epic sale.
We walk, and I wave at a regular customer from the bar out for a bike ride after he dings his bell to get my attention.
We walk, dining at the refreshingly busy restaurant recently voted the best in the city "by someone, I guess," and the server remembers me.
We walk, passing a bar when a State St Douche tries to buy Esp a drink and I say, "You didn't quite pull that off," leaving a trail of bitch for two miles.
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Then we watched the first Harry Potter at 11:30pm on a Saturday night with a pint of cookie dough ice cream, a bag of Doritos, and lots and lots of giggling.
Esp and I are like milkshakes and french fries on a sunny afternoon.