Tessa hasn't been doing too well lately, so I convinced her to go to a festival of short films produced, directed and starring several friends of ours. After that, I took her to A Salt & Battery in the West Village and started talking a lot of bullshit to get her in a better mood.
When that didn't work, we came home and played two hours of Boggle. Now she sleeps soundly next to me, radiating comfort and serenity, and I think to myself, what a awful fate to sleep alone on a night like this.
Posted by at March 28, 2003 08:43 PM