Best fucking photographer in the world!
I knew meeting Pam would be the worst out of the lot. I was always envious of her handling travel back when we were both writers for Weekender. Now, I've been ejected like expired sashimi while she is still going strong.
I worried that meeting her would be saddening. But as it turned out, all I could feel for her was gladness. She spoke about a life that I never longer had, and possibly could never have anymore, but I guess I'm okay with that.
Happy birthday little sister!
Gabriel came over for dinner and my grandma was beyond delighted. She had cooked a huge plate of prawns for him and kept insisting he can eat as much as he wants because he is family and family shouldn't stand on ceremony.
Gabriel doesn't know this but the very next day, my grandma mused aloud that he never really did express if he liked the prawns, and that she forgot his name. SO CUTE MY OLD LADY. All the family talk but she forgot his name!!!
Day ended at Gabriel's with mee goreng and Breaking Bad.
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