Bagel with Cream Cheese
Tegs and I went to work unusually early as we had a 9AM meeting (presentation, no less). First thoughts I had when I woke up were: my eyes are itching, my throat hurts... and who the heck schedules meetings this early? Hehe.
Last night was quite cool. We went to play billiards and I should say that I still sort of have "the touch" ... or so I would like to believe :) But, the reality is that Orange and I had 5 losses and 1 win, which isn't really that great of a track record. Hehe. Off to Suba we, then, went where I had one drink and one smoke. This explains the eyes and the throat... and the again realized fact that I'm just not really made for the party scene.
The meeting turned out alright. It was done and over with in 45 minutes. To award ourselves for being productive soldiers this early, Tegs and I headed to San Fran to grab breakfast (another odd thing as I usually skip this meal).
Nostalgia hit me as I thought of spending mornings and having breakfast with a "then-significant" someone... particularly that one morning in November '04 when we had 2 breakfasts and everything was perfect... the food, the conversation, the feel.
I, then, felt grateful that, at least, I have fond moments to look back to. The past is filled up by such memories... it can never be described as empty.
Just like toasted bagels... with cream cheese filling.
Last night was quite cool. We went to play billiards and I should say that I still sort of have "the touch" ... or so I would like to believe :) But, the reality is that Orange and I had 5 losses and 1 win, which isn't really that great of a track record. Hehe. Off to Suba we, then, went where I had one drink and one smoke. This explains the eyes and the throat... and the again realized fact that I'm just not really made for the party scene.
The meeting turned out alright. It was done and over with in 45 minutes. To award ourselves for being productive soldiers this early, Tegs and I headed to San Fran to grab breakfast (another odd thing as I usually skip this meal).
Nostalgia hit me as I thought of spending mornings and having breakfast with a "then-significant" someone... particularly that one morning in November '04 when we had 2 breakfasts and everything was perfect... the food, the conversation, the feel.
I, then, felt grateful that, at least, I have fond moments to look back to. The past is filled up by such memories... it can never be described as empty.
Just like toasted bagels... with cream cheese filling.
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