Evander is a funny name

I meant to blog at least once every day. That was my one New Year's resolution. But first there was the hangover, then the flu. Now it's another one of those dreary days when the rain in Spain does not stay mainly in the plain. My laundry is getting wet. My brain is full of yesterday and empty of the right words. I'm calling in seasonal affect disordered. 

Yesterday was our fourth anniversary. In gay years that's at least silver. We went out for drinks at Horno for happy hour, where Si did work on his blackberry. Then we came back to the flat for Si to do some more work. Then we went out for dinner at our favorite restaurant, El Celler Vell. They were closed for vacation. Businesses do that here, just close up for a few weeks every year. Some even close up for the off-season. So we went a couple of doors down to Ogmios (no Web site), where Si did work on his blackberry. We've been meaning to go in there for a while, but haven't managed it until last night. The food was quite good. I'm always up for trying new things. They have Kangaroo on the menu. And ox. And salmon carpaccio. All of which were lovely. And I swear I once used the wall colors when I painted a bedroom. 

Then we went out for one drink at B Sides, where Si did work on his blackberry. Are you sensing a theme? Just one drink turned into three as it tends to at B Sides. So by the time we left we were pretty much ready to hit one more bar on the way home. It's sad, this alcoholic life, no? 

The themes of my current life: procrastination, Si working 24/7, and self medicating. 

Well now class, it may not be pretty, but at least we've written something today.