September 7, 2008

  • It all started with chocolate cake covered in fudge icing...

    ...which I bought on Saturday night to go with my bottle of cheap, delicious white dessert wine. I had made plans on Saturday night to drive to Philly to see a friend of mine who now lives in another state. He comes home infrequently so it was to be a treat to see him, to talk. To drink, probably. But Saturday was nothing more than a massive torrential downpour, the likes of which I haven't seen in some time. Beautiful. Eery. Old-testament-esque. I had quite decided to stay indoors all day and all night. For forty days if need be. But it stopped just in time for dusk and a pink sunset. I set out to buy some wine, in some sweat pants, still very determined to stay indoors. I canceled on my friend.

    Tonight I came home from work contemplating my lesson plan for tomorrow. I poured a glass of cheap dessert wine, squinted my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows and wrote out a magical set of activities for my 8am class. And I sipped. And I got up and cut a piece of chocolate cake with chocolate fudge icing with a butter knife, which I promptly licked. And licked. And I thought, "This could be dinner." And it would have been, had I not decided a half hour later that I wanted bacon. And so I fried up some bacon. And then an egg. And I ate it while sipping my dessert wine.

    And I thought, "So this is what it's like to be an adult."

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