Latin Words and Other Metaphors

I had a good time with the guys at Flower on Friday, but I went into the weekend with a bit of a heavy feeling in my heart.

Two more times and that’s it.

All of E.’s arguments against me working at Flower made sense. Plus, it’s in Oakland, making the late night commute back to my neighborhood in SF a bit of a bear.

Except for the fact that, well, making drinks in an exciting setting with a good bunch of guys and getting actual feedback from other living beings is a lot more fun than doing it by yourself at home.

I mean, sure, onanism is great as part of a well balanced life. Or if that’s all you can get. Or if you don’t know any better. But if that’s all you do, it’s maybe a little pathetic.

Once you’ve done it with a beautiful wo/man like Flower, (and s/he is always beautiful your first time,) it seems a bit hollow to go back to scouring the internet for free pictures of drinks and then get all sticky in the kitchen making them by yourself.