Sharing It With
For whatever reason I hit a brick wall Monday morning (could it have been abetted by the bottle of microwaved sake I consumed the night before?) and it lasted through noon today when I felt the urge to pack a camera and take a bus to Telegraph near University and walk around checking the shops (buying an unplanned new pair of shoes), checking the movies (the one of interest had started half an hour before I arrived), consuming a bowl of beef and Shitake mushroom noodles at Slurp, a much too cutely named, but not so bad hole in the wall noodle place on Telegraph I've sampled before and now, wonder of wonders, the laundry is in the wash.
“The laundry is in the wash” is a code word around here for life must be going well if I have the energy to do the laundry instead of putting it off and pawing through the dirty t-shirt basket tomorrow.
Even I know you wouldn't paw through your dirty t-shirts.
True. It isn't really necessary to wear a t-shirt. Things you learn early in life. It really isn't necessary to get out of the bed in the morning, either, unless you have some intention to continue making the rent. Anyway, I see how heavily I get into my thoughts and feelings of the moment and extrapolate them into the future thinking, well. I feel like shit today so I'll feel like shit for the rest of my life. One day you're hot, one day you're not. It's a lot like sex (I'm told). Gotta remember that.
Thanksgiving tomorrow, dinner with MSV, her husband and friend from Berkeley. I haven't met her husband or friend from Berkeley. Could go well, could go less well, you never know, here in Oakland. I'm bringing a bottle of Krug and a bottle of '96 Veuve Clicquot. The '96 Veive Clicquot, well, not everyone has a taste for older Champagnes, not everyone's had an older Champagne before and you never know how its fared in the bottle. I've never had a bad Krug. Puts people in a good mood, Krug, whether or not you've met the people you're sharing it with. I hope.
You are a turkey.
Why yes, it's Thanksgiving tomorrow, is it not?
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