On such a winter's day

Last night I was invited to go foraging. This is not your ancestors' foraging. I made my way to the restaurant around 1 to meet up with the rest of the group. We grabbed some drinks, some bread and headed to campus where a random and humongous olive tree stands in front of a campus store and across the street from an urban outfitters. surreal. We opened up some bottles of wine and begin stripping the tree of as many olives as we could reach (and see) in the darkness.

The night may or may not have ended with a visit from a cop who, when he found out we were all coming off of working at the restaurant and were seriously harvesting olives, gave us a smile, "alright, pour 'em out. I know how it is for you guys, I've worked in restaurants and yours is a great one. I know you need to relax with how hard you must work, but tonight, do it somewhere else."

And 3 hours later, I got up to go to work.