my monkied brain (katekat1010) wrote,
my monkied brain


A cozy mix of good wine, bad smoke, and lovely company left me feeling happily content. It's as if, at the exact moment my tummy rumbled for food, someone said to me, "here, here's some lovely brie en croute, some fabulous fusion sushi, some lavender creme brulee and a bottle of Arthur Earl's Nebbiolo. And each taste was exquisite and distinct and persuaded me to appreciate how they complimented each other. My friendship tummy is full, and happily sated. Yum.
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