last week we went to a concert on a wednesday night. a friend played in manhattan, a new band, a new set up. we ordered a beer, and then another. socializing, and then standing in the music air sipping, sipping.
as we walked to the train (earlier than others) going out to eat didn't seem fair to the dog, who had been alone all day. cooking didn't seem fair to us, who had been out and about all day.
steam escaped through your box as we carried it home, through snow, and your cheese was still hot (delicious, delicious) as i bit into it. satisfying...
tonight we have a meeting after work. "pizza, our friend - you'll be there for us, right?"
i wonder if i rely on you too easily these days,
and if "but we're busy and tired" will ever go away, at least until your invitation becomes "but we're old and tired"
i suspect this will be long term,
sincerely,
me
