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A Meal, A Video, A Painting, A Night

Last night I had dinner with the ever-lovely Katie V. I have every intention of stealing her recipe for our meal. All of my favourite things were together - mango, lime, cilantro, honey, chicken, brie...need I go on?

After dinner, we pulled out her brand-new-and-inexpensive watercolour set to do a little painting. Neither of us are particularly artistic, but she was inspired by this video to make some fun art*:

It was FUN. I like 2/3 of my painting, which is better than I'd hoped for. I want to take some art classes. I'd like to be able to draw. Or paint. I dislike my artistic incompetencies.

On the fun side, Katie and I always have great (and often entertaining) conversations:

Her: This is hard! I actually have to touch every place I want there to be colour. Whatever happened to click and fill?
Me: Ha! That is going on my blog.
Her: Yes! Mission accomplished for the evening.

Then we went for ice cream; all the sunshine demanded it. I LOVE ICE CREAM. Frozen yogourt, if you want to be precise about last night. I don't know why I can't get enough, but even when I'm freezing cold, I just can't say no.

*I am inspired by the poetry of this short film.
I feel about walks the way she feels about biking. It's my think-time.
And I'm becoming increasingly green. At least, ideologically.

The point of this post is a shout-out to Katie. And to prepare you for more enviro-friendly ranting and rambling from yours truly.


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