oh man…i don’t even know where to start, yo.
the last few days have been a WHIRL-WIND. and while i spent a goodish portion of it all kinds of fuckin’ unconscious or sore and twitchy as hell, it has been fantastic. the boy and i worked double-time to get the apartment to glittery gorgeousness and yesterday we threw down for damn near seven hours straight of motherfuckin’ partying. pi day was celebrated like you wouldn’t believe.
tons of people showed up, pie was had by many, and good times were had by all. i did some recipe experimenting and the best of it was tasty ass motherfuckin’ mini guinness & beef pies. they were a sort of bite-sized tasty beer & beef treat. they flew off the table. even the emergency 2nd round of beef pie rations were gone in less than 10 minutes. plus, i have awesome friends and everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves. also: PIE! christ, we shall have leftover pie for like 80 years. also: sangria. but really, what would pi day be without some “punch”?
today, very low key, very chill. the boy and i hit up some our house brunch and voyaged all over the yuppie land of brookline and brighton on a random meandering walk. seriously, i was starting to forget what the fuck the sun even looked like, and today was a gorgeous damn near 60°. basking, yo. we were basking in it. the air was crisp and fresh (surprising for allston), and it was good to get out, stretch the legs and just soak it all up. also, it is about 7:30 and the sun is just now finally going down.
beautiful.
