After trying to sleep most of the morning and not being able to I took George for a long walk and contemplated cleaning. Once I realized I had no desire to clean I watched Frank the Entertainer for an hour (gotta love that fake reality tv) and started to get ready for a gallery opening that evening.
The show was phenomenal and the artwork was great. I have always wished I had some sort of talent that transformed itself on paper the way these artists do. Somehow all artistic talent bypassed me. I can only express myself in the form of writing. After the show I went out to Cafe Bolero with some friends, the atmosphere is romantic but the loud and boisterous Puerto Rican owner/waiter threw us all off a bit. He did not fit into his theme with his obnoxious white see through shirt and tight jeans. All in all though it was a good dinner, tapas is more than enough for one person and although I felt the sangria was way to strong I would definitely go again. Evening rolls around and tex The Ex that I am home and finally have my phone. He said he was just staying in for the night but wanted to give me a ride to work in morning. I like that we can still talk no matter what I hope that we can keep the communication going. Time will tell I guess.
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Too funny!
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