9:40a.m.: crap I was supposed to call Kristoff at 8:30 so we could prove to ourselves we could. So about a dime and a nickel later, she responds asking what we decided our lives would be. I tell her the ramblings of last night's doze feast. She picks me up 15 minutes after her "I'll be there in 10 minutes," claim.
Rachel Getting Married at Hillcrest starts at 11:15 am.
1045 : How did it get this time? But that's when she got me.
1:04p.m.: Soaking in one of the most real movies I've seen in a while, we sit and reflect and wonder where to eat because we will faint. But for a moment, great movie, I'd recommend it to anyone who likes real life sorrows and battles alongside unconditional love and forgiveness. The movie also had a splash of Jesus, which isquite fitting since in the last 2 minutes I've typed "sabbath," "unconditional love," "forgiveness," & "[sex before you get] Married."
1:25: Food at St. Tropez. There we pondered our screenplay novel. Conundrum but so are we. After brainstorming, we accomplished really nothing, partly because we were hungry, mostly because we are not screenplay writers. Nay, eggs will always make the..day, so we enjoy our child portioned omelet of failed movie making dreams. But for the moment again, we take it in. After all we are at St Tropez. And though this isn't how the cafe looked exactly, it's how it felt.2:15: Head to do what we actually do well, shop. Mind you I'm all about consumerism. I love the world and I shop for it. Hours pass by and we leave victorious only with a few dollar scars and gashes from the tax. Ultimately we leave linked arm in arm cautious that it is in Hillcrest but happy it's friendship.
Praise the Lord for the Sabbath. Praise Him for a such thing called rest. Praise him on Sunday and even Friday & Saturday.
More real pictures to come of the well deserved day.
Always loving you probably,
Tre
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