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]

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*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

After much careful deliberation, I put my vote in for four days...not.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Sounds good to me.

*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

I'm so very glad you agree.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

You were very persuasive. I didn't stand a chance.

*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

I do try. I know you're very discriminating when it comes to how you spend your time.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

When it comes down to choosing between spending time in a fairly average city or spending time alone with you, the answer is obvious.


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

And what if the city were above average?

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Then the choice might be harder.



Oh, who am I kidding. I'd still rather be alone with you.


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Good. I'd rather be alone with you too.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Of all the times to be on my work computer with no access to my music. *sighs* Feels like time for a song.

A snog'll have to do.


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

It's got all the same letters, so really, they're practically the same thing.


*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

*laughs* A word is only a sign of a thing, not the thing itself. But no matter.


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

I love it when you get all deep and philosophical on me.


*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

It's some literary theory or another. Formalism, I think. Derrida. *throws out a few more buzzwords*


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

It reminds me vaguely of platonic ideals. *digs out whatever philosophy stuck from my school days*


*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Mm, exactly. Shadows on the cave wall and all that.

Look at how clever my baby is.


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

*preens* Not just eye candy after all.


*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Pretty and clever. I'm the luckiest boy in the world.

*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

Thank you, baby. And what does that make me?

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

The object of my devotion?


*snogs*

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

I'll take it.

*snogs*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

Brilliant.

*snogs*