my my... cabins, mussels, tides, sun. That's one serious vacation. Paully and I are on a vacation of sorts, now that roommate James has left for a summer of supervising academic summer camps in Ohio and, later, in New Jersey. In other words, we've got the apartment to ourselves, and we all know what sordid things will ensue.
I did get my strawberries at the Farmer's Market. Was suspicious of the booth that just said "Bison" on it. I stick to the veggies and flowers at these gatherings.
We're setting up the trip to Northwoods with Brian. Kate, as you know, Brian is rather intent on having an itinerary. The current itinerary exists in a very abstract sense, since Paully and Brian have not been able to get past the "who will bring the alcohol" assignment. Brian announced that he prefers to drink "6 or 7 drinks, slowly" to sort of savor the progression from sober to drunk. Paul, meanwhile, prefers to slam a few Long Island Ice Teas. And they're both disgusted with me, because my plan is to buy a large jug of cheap wine that will sit on the porch with me, getting tastier by the day.
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