I think I've died and gone to heaven

[likesthecoat]

The Handpresso, a portable espresso maker.


(Of course, in my heaven rather than a Starbucks on every corner you'll find a mom & pop coffee shop where the beans are always fresh and nobody says "half-caff.")

Comments

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Oh, stop.


Promise you'll chase me?

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Only if you really want me to.


I promise.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Well . . . *preens*


Okay then. *runs away*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

I thought so. Beautiful boy.


*chases you*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

You feed my vanity, baby.

*tacklepounces*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Your vanity could use a little fattening up.

Ooh, my favorite. *snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

I think how much of a clotheshorse I've become lately says my vanity is thriving.


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

I'm very glad to hear that. You'll have to model your newest aquisitions for me when I come see you.


*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

. . . I was rather planning to spend that weekend, um, not-dressed.

*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

...the whole time? *shrugs* Okay.


*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Well. Yes. I thought that was the general idea.


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's right. We're going to try for some record setting, aren't we?


*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

There's got to be a reason why my larder is full of Gatorade.

*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Is it really? God, that makes me happy.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

I promised, didn't I?


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Mmm...yes, you did.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

So. You know. It won't be the most exciting visit ever. Probably just the most exhausting.


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know. I'm pretty damn excited about this visit.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. I'd hate for you to dread seeing me.

*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

I've never dreaded seeing you. Though, I guess this means we'll have to save Amsterdam for another trip.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's right. We were planning to actually travel at some point, weren't we?

Amsterdam is very tempting, though.

*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Yes, but what would you do with all that Gatorade then?

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Save it for the next visit, of course.

*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Or we could save Amsterdam for the next visit. It's not going anywhere.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

True enough. So it just depends on whether you'd rather spend four days with me in Amsterdam or four days with me in my flat. Or to put it another way, four days being a tourist and walking around doing touristy things, or four days . . . not.


*snogs*