Tonight’s blog entry will be short.
I’ve had a lot on my mind and on my plate for days. Weeks? Months?
I did something big for me. I reached out to a friend and asked her to have a drink with me.
We had intended to go OUT for a drink, but we’re both kind of broke so I invited her here to my home to meet Nala, share a bottle of wine from my holiday party, and order cheap pizza. Dominos.
Except I didn’t think she’d like the Beaujolais I had. I feared it would be too woody for her.
I told her so.
So she brought her own bottle. And I ordered the Dominoes. One white pizza, the garlic Parmesan sauce, with feta and pineapple. The other with robust marinara, banana peppers and black olives.
(The teenager is floating the idea of vegetarianism again.)
And we got the chocolate chip cookie brownie.
I blame that damn $5.99 mix-and-match promotion.
It felt so good to mindlessly talk, just sit and do nothing, eat pizza and share wine.
I am grateful to have a friend that will do that.
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