le sang d'un poete
making a beet-fennel-ginger soup
[certain associate] is amped about an upcoming night of yacht rock at the empty bottle.
[ca]: “it’s going to be great. [friend ten years younger]’s generation would hate it.”
[ca]: “they think irony is so passé.”
“you mean it’s all ours? awesome. i’ve been waiting for our defining thing.”
[breaks into song] “I’ve been waiting, for a girl like you, to come into my life.”