sit somewhere with a great view, a great friend, and a damn decent bottle of wine.

I know we will. He’s saying he’ll take me to dinner and dancing, but he’s working two jobs now, so I want to take it easy, have dinner and drinks, and come home. I know, I’m starting to sound like I’m twice my age, but I miss him during the week, and I want to be a tad bit selfish with our time together.

I’ve already done this. With Kenneth at the Landing. The view being the St. John’s River, which, from the sushi restaurant, is absolutely georgous. And I’m sure that two glasses of plum wine each makes a bottle. I’m keeping this on my list, only because I want to do that again. I’ve adopted this goal after we had done that, and I want to do this again; whether there or somewhere else.