Monday Night

Tonight is the kind of night that makes me think I could start and finish the next great american novel in one sitting. Instead, I'll write a little blog post. No pics, as my card reader is on my desk at work (boo), but I'll tell a tale in words...

Today I worked very hard while at work. A lot of it was rather mundane, but I don't always mind that. I had a lot to do, and helped a lot of people do a lot of other things, and enjoyed most of it. Rachel has been out of the country for almost two weeks, so I'm covering her while doing my job, which is rather busy all on its own. I'm teaching myself Illustrator and Photo Shop; and the going is slow, but I'm happy to say I can make a simple flier or edit a picture in at least basic ways. I worked late, as I was training a street team for a promotion we have this Friday.

Speaking of Friday - it's James' birthday. The big 2-9. Tonight I made him soft shell crab, and I have to say, it was incredible. I like the concept of birthday weeks - and tonight was the start of his. It wasn't really a present to him, since he bought it, but I think he appreciated me cooking it for him. I will say, it was incredible - if any of you like soft shell crab, at least once in your life you need me to make it for you. You dip them in a milk and egg mixture, then coat them in a flour mix with lowrys, cayenne pepper, salt, pepper, and a few other secret ingredients and then fry those suckers up. You toast wheat buns, top them with a chilli paste and mayo mix, add tomato and onion, top with asian coleslaw, and devour. Very bad for you. Very delicious.

I'm not sure what tomorrows birthday surprise will be, and since he reads my blog I couldn't say if I did, but it will be something thoughtful...I hope. He has quite the extravaganza planned, and I wish you all could be here for it. There's a show on Thursday at Red7, another Friday at Beauty Bar, with sushi before, and a pool party/bbq at our place on Sunday. Looking forward to all of it.

I'd like to elaborate quickly on my setting right now.
My living room, on the big yellow couch, a cool breeze through the balcony door, catching Jack move out of the corner of my eye as he hunts bugs. The dishwasher running in the background, Iron & Wine in the foreground, thunder rumbling intermittently, flashes of distant lightening sprinkled in. A feeling of comfort. A warm computer on my lap, a gay cat on my arm.

Miss you all. xoxo.