arugula and prosciutto quiche for 30 = done.
mushroom and truffle soup for 30 = done.
balcony, tinkling reward nightcap in hand, stone-faced, staring at slick queen street and sunday night club goers, queen's 'don't stop me now' on the headphones.
at some point, i realize that i'm smiling.
at some point, i realize that i'm sort of dancing.
at some point, i realize that i'm pretty content.
when those moments happen, in a dirty plaid shirt and vintage stewardess' hat from the 60s, i realize that this whole thing is what i make it.
and then, 'we are the champions' comes on.
and i laugh so hard that i choke on an ice cube, and have to give myself the heimlich on the balcony railing.
life and death and food and internet. my life.
sigh.
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