This happened last night.

You’ll note what appears to be a sweatshirt blanket under the beautiful arrangement. That is correct. After a bottle of wine shared with my good friend, Lauren. After my first foray into Babaganoush (at a quite underrated Gitan). And after watching Modern Family and eating some oriental ramen and turkey bacon (blissful pairing). I decided to take leave of the confines of my family room and head upstairs to indulge in this light after-everything snack. Fucking right. Often I question my ability to be an “adult” and ponder life’s meaning. But then I have a night like this and I think to myself “yeah…you’re allright in my book.”

So, cheese. That is all.