Let’s start with I absolutely suck at balancing WORK and LIFE. My business is up and down, all around. But I am sick of it, so I have made a new vow to myself and my family to take a different path forward. I am calling it my transitional state towards freedom.
It was such an interesting moment. Rache had her house at the most optimum level of sweetness: candles burning, appetizers out, snifters of scotch ready to go. It was a bit like a vegan porno scene, ready to happen. Kurt strolled in with his bowler cap, a little tip of a toothpick sticking out of the top and his skinny jeans in boots. He rocked the euro-artist style all the way.
Lots to chat about and our evening came and went quickly. Hours on the dance floor turned into a hot and sweaty mess… Rache confident from her lack of interest in men, Kurt intrigued by the moment.
The Nights Recipe
- Food at Rache’s Lake House (left over from day before), with 2 glasses of scotch
- Friday Night Macrodinner, with a bottle of red wine
- Every bar in Ithaca… especially in college town… and then again. Tequila all around!
- Ending at the State Street Diner for a night of gorging on egg white omelets and extra crispy potatoes.
Not bad for a night out with two raw food chefs. Kurt left in a hurried, drunken stupor after slamming Rache’s mouth with a kiss. Totally bizarre night leaving both of us wanting more.