drink now...this is the youngest we'll ever be together

after a couple of days in amsterdam (ridiculous and sublime, what else?), we are now snug as bugs in antwerp with t's granny. we've spent the day smoking lemony cigarettes and playing scrabble. we had aperitif, and then a supper of cheese and pototoes and beef stew and wine wine wine. after dinner and many stories about the war we sat around and drank port and ate cheese and looked at photo albums named "paris 1952" and "rotterdam 1956."

this is why i make photo albums, i suppose.