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"You have pork in your hair."

Outrageous gas prices, but duty called in the form of grilling and chilling in the Gaslamp, in honor of Ms. Talia. There was just so much meat and I tried to salvage what I could, after having accidentally dumped half a bottle of seasoning on top of my pork chops. Erik watched the whole thing go down and poorly stifled his laughter. I laughed right along with him, brushed off the mountain of spices, and just threw the damn things on the fire.

Didn't taste half bad, at least with a few glasses of water. I didn't know that 1) white truffle oil works well in mac and cheese and 2) steak actually does taste better if you've got Wu-Tang Clan and Craig Mack going in the background.

Traffic going south was nothing short of punishing. But back up north, it was all streaming sunlight and smooth breezing, allowing me to remember all the things that had inspired me across the weekend. Cirrus showed me the little house they were waiting on, a bit troubled about the newly painted yellow with maroon trim. "No, it's Cate Blanchett's Givenchy," I told her. She, in turn, appeased me by telling me how to look at things in life in terms of different Buddhas. And Coach bags.

I showed up unforgivably late at Hash House, just to see that they had already ordered me a Lavazza espresso. We talked about World Market white ribbed spa towels. If only for the fact that we all happened to know a bit too much about it.

Usually, if I'm in the area, I'll stop by my old apartment and peek inside. A lot of things had changed around the area, but I could still imagine myself within the white Spanish-style walls. There was a lot of development in the neighborhood, but the charm was all the same. Gratitude, comfort, and a lot of relief.

posted by Lucy Sloan @ 5:33 PM