Decided I want to start to try to be better at taking pictures. You know, that documenting-thing that my bf is obsessed with. We decided yesterday that I collect little trinkets as treasures and Mark collects pictures as treasures.
Last night, we went to City to hang with Eric Cromie who is in town from San Fran. New City is weird. And the service is still terrible. It might look all shiny but that shit don’t mean a thang.
It looks like Scott and I are in the middle of a serious conversation, but I bet we are talking about how lugubrious the community table is at City O. Actually, I guess that can be serious conversation? Not nearly as serious as talking about human feces on sidewalks though.