The Squid Fix

Okay, so Satuday night I couldn't sit still after my nap after the art gallery. My buddy, egochick called me out spontaneously to the bar she was chillin' at. When I ventured out, it was FREEZING. I wouldn't regret it until much later, when I woke up with a nastier cough than when I went to bed. The cold air does gross things to ones' lungs.

When I got there, she was nonchalantly drinking, and trying to restring her guitar. It's one hot guitar I must say. I really heart my artistic friends. I'm so looking forward to seeing this chick rock out live.

Anyway, she had some wine, I had some tea. We talked and waxed poetic about life, work, relationships, and art. Then afterwards we both had a craving for some fried squid (that's "pusit" to you pinoys out there). So we hit the infamous "Swatow's" for some good old Yang Chow Fried Rice and Salt and Pepper Squid. Mmmmm. Lots of hot tea, washed it down, and suitably warmed us for the chilly ride home.


I'm pretty fortunate I can live this free life, the ability to just get up and go and do whatever I want. I sometimes take it for granted. Here's to remembering that on a more regular basis.