Well, I'm in Florida and it's kind of nice. I got here the other day to Kyle cooking risotto with no pants on and I was like "aww, I'm home." Yesterday, while uneventful, was lovely: I got to join in on Minna and Mike's "shop-ping" (say it with an emphasis on the ping), and got a few choice cuts for a few choice folks. Then last night Riandi invited me for some totally boutique sushi -- I guess the place was nice, though overall I wasn't terribly impressed with the price/product ratio. But it was very good to hang out and I don't want this to mean I don't want to be invited again, haha.
Later, Kyle and Bobby and I headed to the dorkiest, most Florida place ever (Dockside Grill or Seaside Way or Oceanside Park or whatever it was), complete with grinning fish on the walls and a surly, tanned waitress hurriedly mixing Kyle's martinis and then serving them while chanting their names (we heard the low-tone hum of pomegranate pomegranate pomegranate
as she brought the surprisingly peach-colored drink to the table). Anyway, this Poolside Bar was to be the setting of a short film of some sort, and Marya (former Delray slammistress and current-for-another-week New Times nightlife columnist) had invited us to be extras on the set. "Extras on the set" sounds way too glamorous for what actually happened; I did some completely un-drunk drunken dancing for the camera, while Kyle, Bobby, and Marya made pretend-conversation at the table, and then the crew filmed a rather awkward scene, and then everyone was done. Julia showed up toward the end of it, and we wound up at Respectable Street, where I didn't actually get too drunk and we didn't actually say too late. We did see too many people from high school, though. I rather strongly dislike seeing people from high school. It's always like "HIIII! OMG! IT'S _____! DO YOU REMEMBER ME!" and I don't like that routine for all its disingenuousness -- these were never people who I was friends with. They're not people I wanted to be friends with, and they did not want to be friends with me, so why the charade? I guess that's why I don't have facebook, haha.
Anyway that was my day, y'all. I miss Brooklyn, and Garrett, but the weather seems to be nice today and I get to bake some nice Karelian pastries with whoever else feels like coming by. (Amy, I'm looking at you.)