I fell behind schedule preparing for the most recent guest. When he arrived I was still in my jammies and vaguely wielding a sponge – but Jeffrey just laughed and said At least you have your lipstick on!
I scrambled through chores and got dressed and we walked to town. Crossing Jesus Green Jeffrey remarked (as all of my NW friends have within twenty minutes of arriving) You live in, like… fucking Disneyland!
Too true.
The city delivered a foggy, sunny afternoon of wandering through college gardens; we even got lost in a part of Trinity we were not authorized to explore.
Jeffrey crushed out on half the people we saw and placed an order for a brainy brunette. Too bad Rachel is in Montreal at the moment!
Jeffrey is one of the key figures in the conspiracy of adoration that rules my Seattle existence – my ears are bright red from all the compliments today – and it is just so much fun to hang out with him!
My week will be spent marching around quaint English scenes with two boisterous six foot six American men dressed in black. I’m going to pretend they are my bodyguards!