Brooke Hamilton

This journal is technically about yesterday. I went on a date with M. My ongoing craving for caramel sundaes drove us to McDonald’s we’re we got coffee and ice cream. M. got a caramel+chocolate sundae. Apparently they can do that. Then we and M.‘s dog Elmo went to the Hamilton beach front and walked along the trail. We got eaten alive by mosquitos but before we left we brought Elmo down to the water and let him loose whereupon he promptly waded into the water and started drinking it. We saddled up and drove with the windows down to my place, parking in the driveway and falling for an hour and a half about the improbability of Charlie’s Angels, amongst other subjects. We kissed a little and lingered by the door, then said goodnight.