hot milk

the first time i remember drinking hot milk was in hong kong, around 7 years old. we had gotten it from mcdonald's (mcdonalds! selling hot milk!) and the straw had such a large diameter, i ended up scalding my entire mouth.

now, 21 years later, i'm drinking hot, organic, whole milk in the hopes of sleeping deeply tonight. last night was filled with crazy vivid unpleasant dreams and a few wakings around 3 and 3:30 am.

note to self: must remember to get pictures of the art show from kareema.

this past sunday was a heavenly estrogen day. 11 am meetup at pach's place for some delicious diner brunch with jen, danielle, erika and kareema. i am quite sure that 20 cups of coffee were easily consumed by the group.

then to anthropologie whereupon kim spent, again, too much money. (halp! somebody, stop me!!)

then to my abode for mango and oj mimosas (are they called something else when served w/ mango juice?).

and THEN to the movies for some hot (becoming jane) austen action. lovely.

a little dinner at pei wei and erika running into my car finished up the day. (that last bit is quite true! luckily, my plastic car is sturdy and strong.)

in other news, anthony and i split up this past month. he's moved out and the abode is strangely empty. still making sense of it all and feeling mostly happy with a pinch of lost. we still hang out and talk a lot; 4 years makes people pretty damn close.

looking forward to getting myself in order and taking that trip in december. nothing better when one is feeling a little lost than to run off to europe, eat gelato and drink hot chocolate, take funny pictures and freeze in the winter while wearing a plethora of colorful scarves.

we each wrote what we wanted for this trip, so we'd be on the same page. birds of a feather:

jen's vision: i envision reading books in window sills while holding a glass of wine, carrying heavy groceries up cobbled streets, and late night chats in piazzas. there are things i would like to see, but i'm not going to die if i don't. i'm looking for adventure but not necessarily crazy touristy expensive trip adventure.

kim's vision: gelato. hot chocolate. brioche con panna. dried coconut. sweet frothy cappuccinos while sitting in windowsills. house glasses of wine and walking tipsy through the streets, possibly singing a retarded song. and i like reading books. and taking silly photos. and staying warm in the winter. freaking out about the cold. and drinking more hot chocolate. or a cafe corretto.