Saturday June 18 2011

Waking up past my alarm, 11:25 a.m. Late for work.

Breakfast: Two Peaches. Blueberry Yogurt. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

For some reason people don’t like to tip during the day. Shit Tips like whoa.

Lunch: Hard Boiled Egg. Cape Cod Kettle Cooked Potato Chips with Avocado. Vitamin Water.

One of my favorite perks about this job is the customer’s dogs. Every single one of them is immediately at the door ready to meet and greet with me. Pitbulls. Bengals. Dachshund. Hounds. Terriers. Collies. The collies are the best—I just want to rub and sink my hands into their big pillow-like fur.

I spot Zana, the British-speaking friend I met a month or two ago. I always see her walking on the sidewalk of First Colonial or VB Blvd with a big sunshiny smile on her face.

Delivering an order at the Sundial Hotel. The guy starts signing the credit receipt and mentions how he’s not good at math. Another dude standing there in the doorway asks me, “We’re be’in a pain in your ass arn’ we?”

I don’t really understand what he said so I respond with, “Yep!”

Being a little facetious he says, “Oh! He just said we’re be’in a pain in hiz ass!”

Oops. It was a joke though. Maybe the comedic icebreaker helped in getting a good tip.

Treating myself to an Oreo Blizzard.

After 5 o’clock the dinner rush barges in though the phones with a cluster of orders. It’s non-stop until 10 p.m.

I earned $111 in tips.

I walk into Darren’s room—he’s ranting on about drugs and how they’re almost never associated with serial killers. Anthony’s laid back on his bed reading a thrift store book on the first NBA Dream Team. He looks at me and asks, “What are you doing tonight?”

Me: “Margot wants to have sex and watch a movie.”

Chilling in their room for a little while—sharing watermelon and a Cream Ale—entertaining ourselves with overly viewed and overrated Youtube videos.

Heading over to the queen’s place.

Eating leftover Mongolian Style Beef Pasta with Mushrooms, Red Peppers, and String Beans with a Coke.

She puts on No Strings Attached [2011] with Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher. A romantic comedy chick flick at it’s finest—a lot of nonsensical and unrealistic situations all to make the viewer relate but still remember that it’s a movie.

Afterwards I decide to simply strip down completely naked except for my socks, which I rarely ever remove. “What are you doing?” “It’s hot in here.” I stand over her lying on the couch. My baby’s so adorable in her magenta colored dress. She acts fearful in a playful way, turning her head and making a shocking noise. “You’re naked!” “And you’re not.” It’s been a while since we’ve had sex. I love her on top. I love being behind her. I love this soft silky caramel body and those tiny fuzzy white hairs making her skin resemble the outside of a peach. I could take a bite into it and not even the sweetest peach could be sweeter. I finish. Still in position caressing her head and back I speak softly into her ear, “You’re so beautiful.”

Sleep 4 a.m.