This long weekend I read Dorothy Parker and Herge and a little bit of MFK Fisher and fell in love with Woody Allen's Manhattan and Gershwin's music all over again and scared myself silly with Alfred Hitchcock's TV show and stalked Andy Samberg and ate shrimp adobo under the stars with Ice and it was wonderful.
Next weekend when my legs are no longer sore from running I will buy myself a new watercolor pad and paint. Oh how I miss painting!
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