Month: February 2017

I’ve spent most of the weekend downtown. It reminds me of you. I got stuck at the light by The Hunt building near your work, I remember you told me a story about the roofing. Every time I pass the Nasher, I remember the block party and the story you told about how pissed off Renzo Piano was about Museum Tower.  I miss you Mia. Sixty days it’s been today.

Another weekend approaches. Going to Lucia tonight with some people from work. I remember the last time I went, I was texting you and asking you questions about “Dude, Sweet” the chocolate company that is next-door. Coincidently, they put one in downtown Plano now I noticed.

I’m wondering if you got the letter and the Scotch I sent. Wondering if you saw the name on the label and tossed the box into the trash chute in your hall. (Hope not, that is good Scotch!). Most of all, I hope you enjoy it. I saw some of your Instagram posts last weekend, one more hope is that you are happy.

Nine weeks is a long time not to hear from someone you care about. I’m sure your response will be “you deserve it” but I am beginning to wonder. Certainly I played a huge part in our broken friendship but does the punishment fit the mistakes? Apparently to you, it does. I’ll remain positive though because it’s been the best medicine in my life.

And it’s another Tuesday. A good day overall. Tried a new restaurant before drum class and work is going OK. I did not know your cousin was born on Valentine’s Day. Cool! Wished her a happy birthday.

Monday’s after weekend work are always fun. Wondering how you are. 

A very lazy Sunday. The warmth lately is crazy. I bet you are enjoying your convertible! I know I am! Stayed in most of the day, made lunch, filet from David’s. Yum. Gaming tonight.

Busy Saturday! Taught a class at Tandy, then a play and after, out with friends. Nice change. Interesting exchange with your cousin over Instagram. 

At work tonight in the co-location. It’s been a long but productive week. 

I have been sitting at VIckery Tavern since 7pm. I wrote you a three page letter. Writing has become my new “mini-meditation”. It is calming, like the leather smithing. Speaking of.. I wish I still had you to bounce ideas off of. Always, you were my most honest critic.