Day 127: May 11, 2009

Back in high school and college, when I would go to Chili’s with some combination of my friends Nicole, Brooke and Patrick, we would, on occasion all order the chicken soft tacos, leaving us feeling a little silly. Tonight, I went to said restaurant with Pat and his brother; we all ordered different things, but I fell back on my old habits and ordered the unoriginal, but thoroughly yummy, chicken soft tacos.

I have no desire whatsoever for my baby back ribs

Day 26: January 30, 2009

This evening Pat and I drove up to Braintree and had dinner with his brother, Matt. When we returned to Matt’s house, as we stood about in the kitchen, his dog Cody placed a possessive paw on his foot, a gesture he said she makes every time she returns home. It is, we theorized, her way of suggesting that he not leave again any time soon.

Cody Good