Meeting up with history
Aug. 30th, 2002 10:47 amAround twoish, Ramón rang our doorbell. I flew around his neck (to hug him), because we hadn’t seen eachother since december. A long time indeed. He had been to Salamanca in between, I had been to Ladyfest and Lowlands, we have lead a seperate life for a while. It was really weird.
But there he was, at the doorstep. Grinning wide like he always is. Being the real businessman and all.
We had coffee and then TommyCee came home. So she joined in on the fun and we three went into town. We ate at a Greek restaurant, pretty cheap too: for 38 euro’s we three had big plates full of good food. The gyros and tzaziki Ramón and I had was wonderful. Tommy settled for the omelette with tomatoes and other vegetables because she’s a vegetarian. But we had great fun giggling away (I don’t know what her meal tasted like)
Then we hung at home, I played some guitar and Ramón made his move on Tommy. Which was pretty weird but fun to watch. He left around one in the morning.
Tommy’s working now so I have the household to myself. [dishes, laundry, clean the floor, etc].
Mom sent me a letter with pictures of Joan. I’ll write her a big letter. So much has happened since February when we went to Scotland to see her.
But there he was, at the doorstep. Grinning wide like he always is. Being the real businessman and all.
We had coffee and then TommyCee came home. So she joined in on the fun and we three went into town. We ate at a Greek restaurant, pretty cheap too: for 38 euro’s we three had big plates full of good food. The gyros and tzaziki Ramón and I had was wonderful. Tommy settled for the omelette with tomatoes and other vegetables because she’s a vegetarian. But we had great fun giggling away (I don’t know what her meal tasted like)
Then we hung at home, I played some guitar and Ramón made his move on Tommy. Which was pretty weird but fun to watch. He left around one in the morning.
Tommy’s working now so I have the household to myself. [dishes, laundry, clean the floor, etc].
Mom sent me a letter with pictures of Joan. I’ll write her a big letter. So much has happened since February when we went to Scotland to see her.