the plan

so tonight phil picked me up and whisked me away to his house after giving me a comic he'd drawn for me and a card for my birthday. which, yes, was months ago, but phil's way better than me at maths and he said it was my birthday so i believed him. he cooked us garlic bread and this cheese stuff i always forget the name of and caesar salad and steak diane and made me a strawberry daiquiri. then he played me a song from the movie amelie and other miscellaneous pianoing goodness. then we played this bongo drum game that i was insanely bad at. then he showed me pictures of the time he got bitten by a blue bottle. then we listened to michael jackson and the idea of north and alicia keys. then we had pancakes because they're my favourite with chocolate-covered strawberries that are also my favourite with chocolate icecream that is phil's favourite. then we went to see vera at the cafe she works at and phil had a lemonade spider while i felt a bit sick because i was so full i looked pregnant. and we listened to mel torme on the way home and he sounds different on every song he sings but in a good way. we sang along to 'bewitched' and it was cool to know that someone else my age knows all the words to that song.

the plan

was

the phat.