Day 56: Cold Night, Warm Food

Went to Black Eyed Sally's and healed myself from the cold with live blues in a roomful of musicians from out of town. Everybody was eating cornbread with honey butter and making little videos on their cameras. I was reading James Wood and slabbing on the honey butter. This is the restaurant where George has gotten a second host job, so I was there to visit. We talked about how, now that he's decided to drop out of school, he might move to Hawaii and become a Scuba instructor. We agreed upon the scariness of wreck diving, but as we talked about it I could feel myself mixing my fear with the desire to do it myself.

Greg came to walk me home, but really to have five warm minutes before we both got back to work. We lingered for a song. When we needed to hear each other speak, we left and walked up Asylum towards home, planning Thanksgiving and happy to have remembered our coats.