So it's tonight. The "tonight" that I so confidently promised you a post. Wellllllll, there is some bad news about that post. It's not really gonna happen.
I realize now, that work is really going to find a way to disrupt my blogging rhythm. I started my morning quite early. Early enough to wake up and read some blogs, browse flickr, have my coffee and still be at the flower mart downtown at 7:30a.m. It’s now 9:30p.m. And I just finished making about 50 green tea ice cubes for tomorrow’s shoot. The time between the flower mart and the ice cubes was spent running around all of Los Angeles and its surrounding cities looking for tray tables, aprons, coasters and divided tupperware. So now the idea of trying to come up with something funny, or charming, or entertaining for you is so daunting. Will you hate me if I don’t? I really, really hope not. You have come to mean a lot to me, and I certainly don’t want to upset you. I promise to perfect the drink of the week. It needs a little tweaking. I want it to be just right. It may become the "drink of the every eleven days or so," although that title isn’t as catchy as "drink of the week."
My promise to you: to improve on my time management skills, work on that damn wine story and never ever post something just for the sake of posting something.
PS. I’m about to take a step backwards in becoming a foodie. I’m having Andrew pick up “dinner” (the meal that should be eaten sometime between the hours of 6 & 9 - -it's 9:53) from the taco truck down the road. Thankfully, they have the best tacos in L.A. Unfortunately, they are still tacos from a truck.