Chapter 302: The Trouble with Crawfish
Don't worry, there's nothing actually wrong with the crawfish, except there wasn't much left when we got done with it. Anyhow, for Shana's last big hurrah while in town, her and a collection of the Women of Architecture sans Jody and Christine headed over to the Bay for some S&B's action. While the crawfish wasn't hot, the spices were, and we had a great dinner.
This picture ended up looking like they were a choir, so we gave them a conductor in the front
Afterward we all headed back to my place and hung out until they finally had to head back for sleepiness was kicking in. But while she was here, she took my camera about my new place and snapped some pictures which I followed up with and have posted in the previous post on my flickr site. The only trouble with Trouble? She had to go home too soon.
Like WoA: Jenny, Kristen, Shana, and Sarah
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Design Studio Poetry Corner for 22 January:
Butter/Lost By Mike Doughty
Against hands, a smooth is smoothed around and skin rushes up to it, cooling
sweat like a whistle defecting a steampipe.
Oiled, the machine chuffs and the brain is dry, and the nerves scurryoff
with messages to no one in charge, while this equals this: twoarms locked
into each other are without a mind to differentiate betweenlimbs and hips,
therefore, I have come here to get lost.