I managed to have a great lunch notwithstanding. The particular spot was my regular one, the fresh cut grass still new enough to smell as I approached. At the next bench over, an attractive artist wolfed down a hamburger and then began a charcoal sketch of the nearby buildings. Meanwhile, I enjoyed a tasty half-smoke and then hit Huxley hard, managing to plow through several chapters between a sublime appreciation for the rays hitting me. A good time was had by all. I may not touch Brad's melanin level post-Maui, but at least I won't appear like the Easter apparition I made the acquaintance of over the break.

A few other couples were enjoying the blissful weather as well, work and pleasure mixing in a serene setting. For some reason the green triangle is infrequently visited by people, letting me snag a seat almost every time I visit. So far, the artist girl has been the only regular I've noticed there, so I assume most people eat outside at the same place rarely. As for me, I can't imagine a better place to relax and escape from the pressures of the office. A mere two blocks away and yet it feels like a different world.

Now I'm off to a birthday event for a mutual friend of Kristen and myself. I haven't hung with either of them in awhile, so I'm looking forward to it. A perfect end to a perfect day.