St, Peter strikes again

I went out with St. Peter last night, after much debate about whether to keep the date. I have not seen him in so long and was kinda just over it. But I agreed to meet up with him after expressing my hesitation about the whole thing. We met up at a place called 'Cuba' on Thompson St. below West 3rd. It is now one of my favorite restaurants. I felt immediately transported to another country in that place. Amazing (best I've ever had) mojitos, tasty tapas, smiling and dancing wait staff, live merengue music. Everyone in the restaurant was happy and swaying to the music....

So, it felt like I was on vacation with St. Peter more than anything else and we all know that you cannot break up with someone on vacation! So, we talked and laughed and danced a little. It was a great evening.

He brought me a gift to the restaurant. It was a beauitful flax linen covered drawing tablet, complete with a brown seude string tie and pencil holder. Inside he left me a note, it read:

Dearest Lila,
You asked me to explain my intentions and after much thought and attempts at writing the right letter, I think I can give you the answer quite simply. I would like to leaed my life artfully and I am searching for a muse. If you so desire, we could fill these pages with many more thoughts and drawings.

Truly Yours,
Peter