Decadence

Some might say that decadent is dressing like an exotic Indian devadasi, consorting with Princes and Princesses, dancing the night away, eating luxurious Indian treats, savory meats, and the Best Chocolate Milk Ever, and living in a Pavillion bedecked with beautiful fabric and shiny things.

That was last week's decadence.

This week's decadence? Curled up at home in a papasan chair with some damn good Chinese take out picked up super-fast on the way home, being all nice and clean, listening to the tail end of my audio book so I can hear the riveting end of "Ender's Shadow". Working on hand sewing a choli for no specific reason, and then curling up in bed with the teddy bear I missed for two weeks.

A different sort of decadence, but decadence none the less. :)

Another Pennsic Memory

( Saturday Mid-Week, evening )

Memeness

Taken from aminahfiddler

I want anyone and EVERYONE who reads this to post in here something they would like to do with me someday.

Then post this in your journal to find out what people want to do with you.

This is going to be fun!