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Strong hat game with Peter Lee at Amphora Diner

Bates, downtown Del Ray

Emerson

Kat, Guajillo Cocina

Baker Nathan, Tokyo Black Porter

  

Trav & Rach. Wedding's in nine days! 

I don't know how, I've been tweeting about it since January.

Bates: vina, what are you doing on Friday?
me: What is that you would like to do on Friday?
Bates: I don't know, not spend it at home eating frosting?
me: Hah! Well, I'll probably be at Society Fair until late, but I'm down for whatever.
Bates: I mean, it's Valentine's Day.
me: Oh fuck, I forgot.

If you want to hang with me that weekend, look for the green light.

me: I'm dogsitting Gatsby on Memorial Day weekend.
Bates: Oh, that's fitting - my pool opens up that weekend.

Justin, prepare to be wined and dined.

me: (on the phone, packing all the things for my super special NYE dinner with my gay bff) I'm making it fancy, there are tablecloths and shiny napkins involved.
Bates: You need candles.
me: oh gurl, I know. I'm going to seduce the shit out that boy.
Bates: Bahahah! I'm going to quote it.
me: Good, because I'm going to blog it.

"vina missed the bus" texts

[my NY Honors professor's reply to my 7 AM email of shame telling her I missed the bus]

Selena: No sweat. We will miss you. Have a savory breakfast instead!

(she knows me so well.)

Mariam: Does this mean you're coming to Thanksgiving Taboo?!?!

Bates: What are you going to do now?

me: Go to the gym and Thanksgiving potluck. 

Bates: So basically you still win. 

me: yeah man, I'm baller like that. 

Justin: First of all, after all the "ARE YOU GOING ON ARTSBUS IN NOVEMBER?? You'd better go! It's the last one we can all go on together. I don't want to be stuck with crazy people by myself!" And where are you? Not here. Which leaves me to deal with crazies. By myself. 

(two minutes later)

Justin: Bleh. I kinda don't want to go anymore.

me: I overslept and missed the Artsbus for the first time ever.
Boek: Haha! Welcome to my world!

vina cucina!

[via text]
Bates: What should I have for dinner?
me: Seared scallops over a grapefruit/arugula salad.
Bates: Pfft did you just pull that out of your ass?
me: Yes. Yes, I did.
Bates: Well, color me not surprised. You're like the physical manifestation of Epicurious.

Bates: I saw one of your twitpics and thought, "You know a meal is fancy when you don't understand at least two of the words."

I see what you did there, Shannon Bates.

I keep a emergency picnic basket in my car at all times.

Memorial Day picnic at Occoquan Regional Park with Bates, Josh, and Melanie. The Melanie and Josh thing was a nice surprise. We had runny cheeses, berries, sparkling grape juice, and peach pie. I threw together a salad of romaine, artichoke hearts, navel oranges and grated parmesan cheese. A recycling bin and pizza box served as my tripod though my actual tripod was in my car, less than fifty feet away. 

I wasn't lying about that emergency picnic basket thing.
Emergency picnic basket kit: 
tablecloth
bug spray
fans
bottle opener/corkscrew
pinwheel (I have yet to take a cutesy pinwheel photo)
various books

[trying to decide which movie to watch tonight]

Pa: Water for Elephants. I mean, you're going to be with Shannon. Don't white people like that shit?

me: I don't even know what that is.

Pa: RPatz.

me: OHNO.

I have no desire to see this movie, save for Reese Witherspoon's hair and seeing an elephant do a headstand.

image via Yoga Modern

[via text]

Bates: The song you have for today isn't happy. I'm slightly weirded out by this. First I see you in sweatpants. Then you post sad music. Did I miss something? Like the part where you switched with an alien? It wasn't even a little sad and then happy. It was pure angst.

For the record, I heard it in an episode of House. The one with the bullfighter and all the Vicodin. 

Bates: Can you make a tumblr called visav btw? Like vis-à-vis. But not. Because you're V. You get it. 

me: If I make a visav(ina) tumblr then the tall one will think it's about him. Yeah, no. 

Bates: I forgot all about that. I'm a little disappointed. 

Bates: Whatchu doing? 
me: Oh, I'm blogging. 
Bates: When are you not blogging? I know this because all thirteen of your blogs are well updated.
me: HEY HEY. It is nine, thank you very much.

Side note, the Bateses and I will be at the Centreville Ned Devine's tonight if anyone would like to come out and listen to cheesy 90s rap.

As in "What the hell is this?" 90s rap.

Liminal

full flickr set

Tweet: 
me: el mundo es mi ostra!!
Bates:  @me desfortunadamente no
Brittle: @me The universe is my seafood gumbo!

Text: 
me: You damn hater.
Bates: Serving you your daily dose of Hatorade since 2007.

[on having to go to the mall for an assignment]
me: Man, I hate the mall. I don't even like going when it's not crowded.
Bates: It's like a maze and there's cheese somewhere.
me: Malls are labyrinths designed to keep people inside.
Bates: Man, that's deep!
me: It's from Ocean's Eleven.

Danger, danger! High voltage!

- Dessert before dinner. Nice.
- Feral cats all up in our leftovers.
- Rediscovering how sugary Snapple is. Oh, man. Snapple Apple was my favorite.
- Bunnies!!
- Watching The Fourth Kind then having to walk to my car in the dark at one in the morning in the middle of the woods.Yeah...
- HBD, Wheatley.

Bates: Oh, I met my new neighbor. She has a Southern accent and a 7 month old boxer.
me: What's its name?
Bates: Wendy. Oh, the dog? The dog's name is Gracie Lou.
me: Of course it is.