Twin Peaks themed drinks. This is my kind of place. @ the Bookhouse Pub (Taken with Instagram)
Sparkling sangria bids me farewell. (Taken with Instagram)
I will make it to New York even if it kills me.
I’m awful at maintaining friendships. No, I’m awful at human interaction and friendships are particularly hard, but I’m good at finding people made of gold. This is for you, Lizzie, because it’s your birthday and because you’re one of them. Happy Birthday, pigeon. My fingers missed being bent and played with.
As much as I’m enjoying these days off, the nightmare I had last night proves I’m ready to be awfully busy again. To however you wish dreams and nightmares to not come true, please, don’t let that happen. And Monday, hurry up. Please.
Reminds of the time we went off to nowhere and I came back as expected: empty-handed.
Grizzly Bear – Ready, Able (139 plays)
It’s funny how you listen to an album over and over but there’s one time when you hear one song and it becomes the song. This came up on an aimless walk around my neighborhood when I first moved here, and everything about those 4:17 minutes was faultless. I saw them live a couple nights ago (at the Tabernacle, a place I now consider rather magical) and even though their new album has some of their most beautiful melodies yet, this song is something else. I’d go see them again right now just for this.
“I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.” — Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
Por esto queremos tanto a Julio.
Post panel joy. (Taken with Instagram)
Fun times. Yes, that’s a pint of pumpkin ale. I regret nothing. (Taken with Instagram)
