consider the oyster

mie arrived in santa cruz late friday night. late because it was dark and past dinnertime, but early enough for a couple of beers and industry espionage gossip. and everything she wished would happen came true - there’s nothing going on here except rad people, expensive tacos and all kinds offloats. so she had tacos for breakfast, root beer float for lunch and so far champagne for afternoon snack while she's soaking up some much needed vitamin D and working on her laptop. too good to be true. 

she's reading consider the oyster by mfk fisher and yes, it makes her consider the oyster. as a young adult she wished she liked them, before a friend made her understand them and which ones she liked. ever since, she comes back to them a couple of times a year to explore “the strange, cold succulence”, as fisher describes it. maybe she in particular likes all things dual - how the oysters have such famous aphrodisiac powers and equally notorious gut-wrenching ones is maybe one of those things she doesn't understand but is thrilled to find in life. and it’s fine thinking about things that she has such a strong love-hate relationship with when life is shorts and flip-flops and sun and nice people all around her. it’s ok, you can hate her now, because tomorrow she's returning to san francisco and will be a mess again by monday morning.

p.s. ian's totally like 25 or 26. he looks so rough and tumble that i can't tell.