lemonkid

What happens when your hell-month of school ends? You drink yourself silly on Quebecois 8% "Maudite" (a swear word in French for you Americans, and the name of the beer) beer, party with your friends who're all leaving the city, stumbling home with your roommate who's asking how exactly you managed to leave the party with a giant sombrero that you didn't come with.. your only answer -

"Magic."

Then the next day you run around town to make a French Laundry dinner from their fabulous cookbook comprising of Gazpacho, Sweet Potato Canneloni with Sage Cream and Prosciutto, followed by a Lemon Sabayon Pine Nut Tart with Honey Mascarpone Cream. Tired from wine & conversation you fall into bed with your girlfriend.

Upon waking and doing the things that must be done, you traipse around the city in the sun, then pick up the next issue of Transmetropolitan, which currently the only thing in your budget aside from food, and saunter home.

After you've read half the issue, you whip up thick slices of smoked bacon with farm fresh eggs and a little English Smoked Apple Cheddar on the side. Your mouth waters afterwards thinking about how good it was, and you decide to invent a new quiche using said ingrediants. You then dash up to work where you complete this journal entry with 2.75 minutes left before you must begin.

Hot damn.