budnight
the watermelon juice trails on my top attest to my breakfast this morning. watermelon eaten standing up at the counter and dancing is not the most fastidious way to eat but that is what watermelon moves me to do. i also nursed a pancake or two and you needn't judge. nurse your own pancake and you'll see.
fatima and i had a meat date yesterday. we meat when others may meet. google maps directed me to go to her house the old way, over the queensbourough and patullo bridges. it must have heard about my ticket on highway 17 and directed accordingly. i arrived to hugs from both the indian princess and her prince, my bud-in-law. we talked about the changes the new nanny made to her room and the family's current sleeping arrangements. mr d and his girls...that could be a name of a reality show! we talked about art and wall space and dressers and sat out on the balcony and that was just the beginning of our chat-a-thonning. one thing buddahbing and i can do, and that is communicate with words. the best is our heart to heart gabs. this 'oman and me. we said good bye to the d-man after i took a quick pic of his toes and posted it to instagram. down in the car we discussed where in fact we might go. apparently d was really pushing the new westminster of his dreams. we decided new west was too LOUD and settled on the quiet white rock.
driving with the bud is an adventure because we are so deep in our talks that we often forget to pay attention to our destination. in this way we ended up in ocean park, gramma b's neighbourhood, 3 times before making it to the white rock beach area. once there we looked at our different options and opted for cosmos greek restaurant. i got the calamari plate and fatima got the vegetarian plate. more talking happened. we walked along the water a little and sat on a bench and did more talks. this is where the quietness of white rock really failed us because 3 long and loud trains passed us on the tracks in quite an abrupt and inconsiderate intuerruptus fashion.
after i dropped off the bud of my heart i took a stalker's pic of nuria's apartment. she lives behind fatima. then i drove home and that was my friyay night.
fatima and i had a meat date yesterday. we meat when others may meet. google maps directed me to go to her house the old way, over the queensbourough and patullo bridges. it must have heard about my ticket on highway 17 and directed accordingly. i arrived to hugs from both the indian princess and her prince, my bud-in-law. we talked about the changes the new nanny made to her room and the family's current sleeping arrangements. mr d and his girls...that could be a name of a reality show! we talked about art and wall space and dressers and sat out on the balcony and that was just the beginning of our chat-a-thonning. one thing buddahbing and i can do, and that is communicate with words. the best is our heart to heart gabs. this 'oman and me. we said good bye to the d-man after i took a quick pic of his toes and posted it to instagram. down in the car we discussed where in fact we might go. apparently d was really pushing the new westminster of his dreams. we decided new west was too LOUD and settled on the quiet white rock.
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| two buds on a buddah's wedding day |
driving with the bud is an adventure because we are so deep in our talks that we often forget to pay attention to our destination. in this way we ended up in ocean park, gramma b's neighbourhood, 3 times before making it to the white rock beach area. once there we looked at our different options and opted for cosmos greek restaurant. i got the calamari plate and fatima got the vegetarian plate. more talking happened. we walked along the water a little and sat on a bench and did more talks. this is where the quietness of white rock really failed us because 3 long and loud trains passed us on the tracks in quite an abrupt and inconsiderate intuerruptus fashion.
after i dropped off the bud of my heart i took a stalker's pic of nuria's apartment. she lives behind fatima. then i drove home and that was my friyay night.
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