May Twenty Sixth Two Thousand & Ten 05/26/2010
Last night, Brawn was out of town. I drove to Dallas and had dinner at the beloved Chuys with Lacy and Reagan.
After dinner we went to Reagan's house for drinks and some hot tub action. But before I could dive into the hot tub I fell in love. Reagan's kitchen is covered in this patch work tile design complete with hunter green, baby pink, salmon, mint green, light blue, peach, white, mustard yellow and yes, speckle blue (which tied it all together.) Not only is Reagan lucky enough to have his kitchen resemble a quilt my grandmother once made for me when I was 10, but his bathroom and shower are smothered with this adorable tile as well. Reagan considers it a curse, I call it fate.
Note to Reagan: You might procede with caution. It is possible that Lacy is using you for your tile. (& your hot tub.)
Now that I am done gushing over my new found love of patch work tile, last nights conversations sparked another burried passion of mine; singing. I honestly can't remember what started the talk in the first place, but one thing led to another and I decided to pursue a guitarist to sing with. Why I hadn't thought of looking sooner, I don't know. It is on my list of things to do this year, at the end of last year I was hanging out with a guitarist who was ready to start a band but got ill and couldn't continue and then I gave up.
My flame has been ignited once more. This morning I hit craigslist and replied to three ads. I heard back from each of them.
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