Why are the pretty ones always insane? /Chief Wiggum

I just had a great weekend.
Friday was the party of JMs dissertation. There was a great big feast to celebrate his rising to a doctoral status. Food was great, wine was good, entertainemt was ridiculous and the company was exquisite. I had the luck of bein accompanied by the most lovely lady I have laid my myoptic eyes on, KD. It was just fun and greatness all through. And also I got the chance to learn some of my fellow academics names. If it keeps building up at this rate we'll be having conversations already in 2008.

Saturday was spent at market, buying vegetables, talking (with KD and AZ who joined us briefly), planning, taking some sun at the Birdsong café, walking home, doodling (that means doodling, and nothing else...), and then the climax of an extended cooking and eating session, some 4 hours or so just letting the taste buds really have some fun. Great apetizer with buffalo mozzarella, avocado and tomatoes.. then pizza with dried tomatoes, olives, mushrooms, peppers,... a good chilean wine.. chocolate ice cream smuthered in hot chocolate sauce.. coffee.. grappa.. well .. it was good food awright!
Then we watched the good but depressing movie Veronica Guerin, reminding me that good people, in the real world, get murdered and ignored far mor often than they get heard.

Today, nothing special today. Lazing around. Watched "The rules of attraction" while eating chocolate cake, saw KD off, biked home, ate leftovers, ... wait.. am I being really boring about this? I am aren't I.. fuck.

I guess it may not have been an interesting weekend then, but it was lovely nonetheless.

some day soon, I'll give gold. I promise..