Thursday? Wish it was Saturday...

Worth a re-blog. Because I luv Saturdays an it is Thursday and sleeting out. and becuse I can. GRIN!
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Yum, It's Saturday.

Saturday feels like a "do over" day to me. It is the one day that belongs to you and only you. The one day where you can sleep in as late as you feel like, drink most delicious french press coffee and take your time getting ready for anything.

The dog gets a nice walk to the local bakery, croissants get purchased, hello's get said to neighborhood friends, and you are not worried about watching the clock at all.


The best Saturdays are when you wake up in a hotel room in a distant city, full of possibilities and far away friends that are near, if only for a day or two.

Saturday feels like a long, soft, wet kiss.

sleep

movies and Thai food in bed

duvets and foreign newspapers

espresso

bakery fresh croissants

book store

gin, tonic and limes

sidewalk

the smell of oil and acrylics

stretched blank canvasses waiting to be brought to life

lawn mowers

cement slabs wet slick with oil

olives slippery and tart

french cheese

newspaper wrapped flowers

scooter rides in far away cities with friends old and new

more espresso.

shopping for slick black boots

hair pulled back, sunglasses on

You. You looking dashing. You with all of your confidence. You know who you are.

twitterpated

Les grande sigh.
I am a giant bag of getting nothing done this weekend. It took all my energy to host a party on Friday and now the rest of the weekend to figure out what to do next. I seem to be lost in a stupid school girlesque crush cycle that is vicious as can be. But I am savouring every moment of it and lounging around town. Somebody at coffee today said that I looked like a cat that ate the canary. Bloody delicious canary at that. Nothing good or productive can come of this. Nothing. Perfect!!

Best intentions went right out the window. Damn. What did not get done (in no particular order as I am feeling quite lazy at the moment):

Nah. never mind. What I did do was a huge amount of drinking wine and petting the kitty. really. cat. Nimbus got a ton of loving, lounging with me and this weekend and she is looking pretty pleased with herself.

Me I am supposed to be prepping for my new career start tomorrow.. and what am I doing? Sitting around in my yoga pants, with my hair in braids and letting my mind wander to it's secret place and smiling.

Damn.

Happening @ the Charles Bar....

It's been a strange month.

Stranger to Caprice " Excuse me, but I have to tell you... you smell like candy". Caprice to stranger standing next to her @ The Charles Bar "What?"
Stranger to Caprice "Yes, Candy, takes a sniff.... but I am OK with it."
Caprice "????"
Stephen: Snorts loudly... and spills his drink.. all over the table and Caprice. Stephen to stranger "Well, now she smells like Guinness.. which I am OK with.....".

ME - Laughing and laughing until I realize that I do indeed smell like Guinness... in fact it is all over my new dress and somehow in my fab clutch bag too. Now was he being possessive or just clumsy?

Men, I don't get you at all sometimes... but thank you for the excuse to go shopping today.

C.