magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Winter officially rolled into town this evening. As did Garth. While I had been hoping to be done with the big project I've been mired in for the past few weeks by the time he arrived, I wasn't. He stopped by my house anyway, and as predicted Chesterfield immediately took up refuge in the cabinets, hiding from him and his dog Nugget, although she did pop her head out from time to time, curious about this other animal in the house.

We left the two of them, to hopefully come to some sort of understanding, and went to meet Chris for dinner at Caravan of Dreams. 'That's where we had brunch last year, isn't it?' Garth asked.

'Yeah. Although Chris said to meet him at "Caravan of Buttmunch", but I assume he's talking about the same place.'

Followed by a few drinks at KGB Bar.

At home, Chesterfield had ventured out of the cabinets, but still seemed largely out of sorts with Nugget's presence.