Had perfect lattes and tasty toasty things for breakfast and then I wrote and wrote, and snuggled with the Hot Canadian on the couch doing the crossword. Had dinner with Old Friend Caitlin and her partner in crime, Scott the Scot at their adorable apartment in Finneiston, which appears to be a newly hipster’d neighborhood (fitting, if you know them). She’s a vegetarian (see?), so dinner was a little stupid (eggplant? c’mon) but the wine was great and we all laughed till we were phlegmy. It was the first time she met The Hot Canadian, and he was charming and delicious, and cracked a number of perfectly-timed jokes (“You need some more coasters!” hahahahohoho, so funny, you would’ve died); I didn’t talk too much like I usually do, but I did tell some great stories about why I hate corn (hahahahohoho, “where’d you find this weirdo?”) and then we had a dreamy walk home through the park and agreed that not having kids is the best.
