In which there’s breakfast.

Bread tried to wake me up at the asscrack of dawn today, because he’s a morning person. *shudder* I ignored him and slept ’til 11:30 like any self-respecting and hung-over night person.

When I got up, he and BoSe had gone to Kroeger’s and Bread was cooking. I had a cup of coffee, a cheese & tomato omelet, hash browns, veggie sausage, and rye toast handed to me the very moment I emerged from the bedroom! And if all that weren’t enough, there was cheese danish too.

Last night we went to Broad Ripple and had dinner at the Broad Ripple Brew Pub. I had mediocre falafel with chips, and a sublime raspberry mead. We had appetizers and salads. Bread had a gorgonzola-stuffed steak with fried jalapenos, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. SF had the shepherd’s pie, and BoSe had the pork medallions. It was delicious and fun, and I ate more at that one meal than I’ve eaten all day for the past couple of weeks. (I’ve been eating like a girl since Bread’s been gone, and probably lost five pounds or so by now.) My stomach hurt for about three hours after we left the restaurant. Soo. Damn. Full.

After eating, we walked around the neighborhood. It was packed and very New York-like. The Midwest Music Summit was going on, too, and there were bands everywhere — in every bar, club, and parking lot. (It’s so hard to build a band with that certain something. I didn’t hear anything that made me think, “Oh, there’s a comer!” or “that’s a unique sound!” It’s really hard to build That Sound, but it’s pretty easy to be in a band that sounds like everything else you’ve ever heard.)

Anyway, we ran into a couple of guys we knew from the previous roofing company and stepped into a bar for a few rounds, then rolled back to the apartment around midnight. I kept Bread up until past three talking his fucking head off about what I want and need to save our marriage.

Speaking of the apartment, I just did the dishes (because I’m a guest and someone else cooked and that’s what you do).

Three observations:

1. I love a small kitchen because you can clean the fuck out of one in minutes.
2. I love dishwashers!
3. I love garbage disposals!

At home I have a giant kitchen with no dishwasher and no garbage disposal. It’s got WAY MORE COUNTER SPACE, of course, but damn I miss those modern conveniences. I haven’t had a dishwasher or a garbage disposal in at least eight years. They’re so fucking HANDY!

SF is off having his meeting/s, and wants to roll back to Iowa tonight. I’ll probably get home around midnight-thirty. Such a whirlwind tour!