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kiss, run, drink // 2002-10-26

c is kissing my neck right now. right now! it's a dreamy life.

today was my ten mile run. i've now become officially boring, writing only about how far i run every week. but criminy! i just ran 10 miles today, and it was freakin' awesome.

last night was enchiladas, margaritas, and live mariachi music at el gallito, followed by friends at the canterbury. i ordered a vodka gimlet just to be social (not really intending to drink the whole thing, of course), and the guy brought me some nastiness with an olive in it. since when does a gimlet come with an olive? i told him it wasn't right, and he got all bitchy, and told me he made it himself and he knew it was a gimlet. i looked sheepish and sat there with it, but then got mad. i ordered a vodka gimlet and i deserved a vodka gimlet. so another one was brought when i was in the bathroom, and he got mad at my friends, saying that he knows how to make a vodka gimlet and how could we think he didn't know. ugh. and then he forgot he brought me the second one, and ended up bringing a third one. so there i sat with two vodka gimlets and one nasty drink with an olive in front of me and only had a couple of sips of one.

i also got to talk to monica's scottish boyfriend, peter, for a while and couldn't understand one lick of what he said. i just nodded a lot, saying, "mmmmm" and "yeah" and "uh huh" at what seemed like appropriate times. monica says he looks like a campbell's soup kid, and it's true. a campbell's soup kid with an incomprehensible scottish accent.

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