8.4.2002
 
With the complete down-sizing of the former Regeant, I was worried that one of my favorite restaurants would be deeply affected. Luckily, nothing more than a change in business hours has happened to my Ceres Cafe.

Went there after church (where Fr. Kevin had a half hour sermon.... when it's only suppose to be ten minutes or so) and I had fettucini with tomatoes, garlic, mushrooms, olives, rosemary, and... some sort of vegetation resembling spinach but greener and tastier. The dish satisfied the gourmet in me and I could not finish it all. Hell, the rate I was eating/savoring it was slower than sister's. Normally she's the turtle in the family when it comes to food. Not to mention that the atmosphere was incredible. Perfect place for a date dinner as soon as they break out the lanterns, turn off the Enya, and have that pianist play on the baby grand outside.

Afterwards, went home where I practiced more Ash songs. Managed to rub my finger tips raw on the strings, but I can now play second guitar for "Burn Baby Burn" effortlessly. Well, still have to try it with the guitar plugged into an amp.

Taylor called asking 'bout Matt's number, and we chatted about stuff for an hour or so. Mainly discussing the upcoming school year, her first date, DJ's current boyfriend situation, my lack of lovin' this summer compared to many I know, and cooking with under-par ingredients.

So, what shall I do now?

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