the waiter said, "well, if you like the taste of gin you may like it, but i'm not a big fan of it." he wore a look of disgust. i doubted the man found himself to be a big fan of anything. he certainly had not sold us on anything.
yesterday had been sunny so we had hoped to get a seat outside on the patio of departure. adam and i had come for the view. for a nice dinner. for a drink. we had been to this restaurant together, several months before, to celebrate a promotion i had received. adam had suggested we return last night to celebrate his new job, having received his first paycheck and his tax refund from the irs.
i said, "to having it all finally come together for you." adam looked happy. he smiled at me and look past me out the window at the view of portland. gin and bourbon and crab fried rice and shu mai and glazed pork belly. the room slowly darkened and our moods lifted and we left the restaurant very happy.
we walked a couple blocks over and got frozen yogurt.
adam has to wake early for his job. early. so early. it hurts being awake that early. it's too earlygodhelpmeican'
ok. it's a fairly normal hour, normal to most americans who have to
wake and commute to the office.
adam at least just has to bike about ten blocks from his house. though
for one job i held i needed to be at work at 5am, i've grown spoiled. i
try to be at work by 8.30. the latest 9am. but sometimes, i don't get
there until 9.45, such as monday morning
when through the haze of my hangover i found it hard to even find the
office. i come in late and stay late. i make up for it. adam has to
be responsible and get to work early, which i take as a burden on my
sleep, on my rest, on my beauty, and my patience.