Ugh, today I worked from 8:45 am to 9:15 pm, with a coffee break and like half an hour for lunch. Not cool at all, and it really made me miss the winter break, when there were festivities happening nightly, and work seemed like a distant memory, or something that I did for a few hours hunched over the laptop. Now it's January (ugh),it's cold, my most party-happy friend is doing a month-long detox and I'm wondering if I should join her...
Meanwhile...
back when life was fun Albert and I went to nice restaurant one day and had a taster menu full of the delicious...
and the experimental, here I am with a glass of Caipirinha dessert.
On night walks I enjoyed Barcelona's many beautiful pharmacies...
There were evenings with spontaneous jam sessions
And Jenga! (This was at my stay-home, wear-your-slippers, New Years Eve party)
And I cooked fish stew, and felt like a domestic goddess for actually using a mortar and pestle (which is usually a doorstop in Albert's place in Bristol)
And we went to a Bristolian bar with a skittles lane in the back and learned that skittles is harder than it looks and nowhere near as dependable as bowling.
Albert almost won...
...but no one fucks with the Jesus! (don't know what I'm talking about? Here)
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