So today my boyfriend Joe called me up for a lunch date. He’s a very good boyfriend that way – he maintains seperate relationships with me and Brett, and then built a whole ‘nother one for us as a couple when we got married. He’ll actually call one or the other of us – seperately – and ask us out to do things. Seperately! Most people tend to treat couples as couples, and generally only call to see both of you.

I love Joe. (This picture is old. It’s the first one I found of him in the gallery. He didn’t have quite as much hair at lunch today. Just so you know.)

Anyway, I picked him up at 1-Stop at twelve-thirty. (I gave my Prince Live at the Aladin DVD to the ever-gorgeous Mr J who ‘s gonna extract it into MP3s for me BECAUSE HE ROCKS.*) We went to Petit Paris and had some double-cream vegetable soup and spinach crepes and LARGE GLASSES OF WINE. It was freakin’ awesome and I had oodles of fun. The proprietess is adorable and beautiful, the food was yummy, the wine was brilliant, Joe made me laugh, and the chef was an adorable blue-eyed brunet boy with BRACES. So cute!

Lunch with Joe. You’re so jealous.

(*Prince. LIVE. On the iPod. Yesss.)