New England style buns.

Dave and Sierra came up for a BBQizzle a couple days ago which is quite an event. Dave hates coming to my house as I live in suburbia and he considers himself to be a "downtown skeet" to the core. I tend to agree.

Since my backyard is not fenced in, my neighbours had the pleasure of watching us get very, very drunk well into the night. They also had the pleasure of hearing us. Dave sang to them of course.

We spent the whole night talking and Dave explained to me how I was a bitch. And I loved it, because I love to know these things. He told me that anyone who knew me really loved me because they knew that I was not a bitch, but in fact just ridiculously honest.

And I knew this already, but nothing is better than having yourself explained while both parties are intoxicated.

I never apologize for my honesty. And I'm sure I've stepped on more than one pair of toes over the years. But the whole reasoning behind my truthfulness is not because I am some sort of highly evolved being, but simply that I cannot be bothered to fabricate delicate lies.

And I think that's why I have such amazing friends. The kind of people I am surrounded by are the ones who don't need justifications or simplifications. They are the highly evolved. YOU are highly evolved. Isn't that exciting?

I'm just trying to tell you that I love you too.