deadweight & drinky
needless to say, i paid a physical price for pulling an almost-all-nighter. last wednesday saw me in bed most of the day with a searing migraine and a flare-up of arthritis in my hip joints that had me in tears.
but the week ended well. last friday was too beautiful a spring day to let go to waste. Architect Boy & i met downtown for drinks at Zocalo. we talked about his job search and upcoming graduation. he'll get his master's degree in urban planning next month, and is job-hunting. there are some local leads, but there's a high probability he'll have to move to either DC or southern california (LA/Orange Co). so yeah.
the mojitos hit the spot, thanks to my favorite bartender and school pal, P, whom i'll miss when he moves to minneapolis in july. when he's not hitting the books, he's got mad bartending skills here (at Zocalo), and occasionally back in his hometown of Seattle, at the Matador Ballard. i'll leave you w/ these:
my handsome bartender friend (aka "Seattle Boy"):