Stewart's (and my) friend heather left last night for the discernible future. She's going to be the master electrician at some CC in sunny California. We had dinner in Noho (Served by the snootiest waitress ever) and went our separate ways. I'm sick of this people moving away bullshit. But I guess it gives me an excuse to travel.
Segue, I reserved Stewart and my hotel room for next month. It's cute and in a B&B (his idea). There's a huge tub in the bathroom. It's within walking distance of St. Catherine's and La Popessa. I'm slightly leery of the destination, being that we both have some history in the city. We'll suck it up.
In a fit of nostalgia, and by nostalgia I mean looking on myspace, I decided I miss my old friends. And I don't mean people with whom I used to be friends and am not any longer, but the people with whom I lost touch through the move and custody disputes and sundry other reasons. This list essentially boils down to the funegrams and Boucher and the younger Venzia clan. And a couple other people.
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