I’ve been getting out of bed around 10 a.m. this week. The kids in my family go to school at 7:30 a.m. and despite that, my 8 a.m. alarm for no reason, and my roommate getting ready for class, I sleep like the dead. A Seat at the Table is back on repeat and I live my best life when I’m listening to Solange and enjoying the bad weather, of which there’s been plenty. I soak in as much dreariness as I can. That’s something about me that won’t change.
The comedy show was a great time. Silver Lake really is that hipster. I got a marshmallow milk stout at the café/bar (barfé?) and saw some really funny comedians. My favorite of the night was Atsuko Okatsuka. Amy Hill waved to Cheryl and I for no reason, Lane from Gilmore Girls was in attendance, and Cheryl won the lottery for a signed action figure by some actress in Star Wars. I woo’d and they said that was the reaction they were hoping for.
Today was so full of things. When I went thrifting, I found the pair of velvet pants I was previously on the fence about so I decided to buy them, only to realize at the register that I had, in the dressing room, swapped them for another pair of velvet pants, thus losing them all over again. Why I tried on two pair of velvet pants, we’ll never know. I wanted to run and find them, but I thought, well, that was a sign. Don’t get those dumb pants with their dumb thigh pockets. If I find them a third time, then it’ll be meant to be. If not, I will thrift my holy grail black pants another day. I asked the cashier for a discount on some shoes and she gave me a 15% discount on every single item. I told her she was the best.
I went to Walmart to return some things for my roomlord (we are on a “running errands for you” basis now) and witnessed an old couple freak out on some workers over broken furniture they ordered from the website. The old man said, “Pardon me, but this is horseshit.” And the old woman said, “This’ll be the last time we shop at Walmart, that’s for sure.” And the old man said, “I want to speak to the store manager.” And the man helping them said, “I am the store manager.” And hanging to the right of them was a sign with a picture of the man, named Darrin, with the words “Store Manager” underneath his smiling face. I got a gift card worth $92 for my roomlord and left.
A list of other things I did all today:
- Pumped air into my tires
- Got a free cap and coffee at Jiffy Lube
- Got a 30-pack of piña colada Emergen-C
- Caught the train going into downtown at the last minute
- Witnessed one good-natured conversation and a few angry ones
- Ate animal fries
- Brushed off a guy with the good ol’ “Can’t Hear You, Headphones In, Sorry”
- Finished The Old Man and The Sea
- Started writing a short story
- Facetimed Jayden
- listened to his first-grade woes
- watched him poop
- told him I loved him
- and missed him.
Witnessing all these things feels good for my soul. The more I experience, the more I grow into the person I want to be.
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