Friday May 15 2015

Three Ships Coffee with Nutella Poptart (May 15 2015)[i]

Waking up at 11:21 a.m.

After getting my car back I still noticed this scraping sound coming from the rear and after the shop bled the brakes it made the brake pedal a little too loose. I'm not gonna ride all weekend at China Wok like this. So I take it back to the shop and drop it off.

Riding my bike back I decide to stop into Three Ships Coffee, a local coffee shop that just recently opened up off Mediterranean. I order a slow pour cup of the light roast kind with a Nutella Pop Tart and a Banana. While I sip on my coffee there's two ladies near the window analyzing dance moves – one of them is teaching the other – they're talking all kinds of dance jargon and hyperbole. 

Back home. Hyped up on caffeine I take advantage of this surprise day off from China Wok and teaching to vacuum, organize, and make general repairs around the house.

Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Butter. Blue Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomatoes.

Watching The Homesman (2014).

Picking up my car from the shop for the bazillionth time. Now I'm set with new front and rear brake pads, rotors, shoes, and a master cylinder.

Organizing stuff at the music space.

Back home. Ana makes us homemade Naan Pizzas with a hefty Salad. I dial the radio knob to 92.1 The Beat (throwback hip-hop and R&B), which suits our fancy for the evening. Songs like "Tootsie Roll" and Lil' Kim's "Crush On You".

On a whim I spark the idea of going for a night beach escapade. I drive us to 79th Street. Throwing down a couple blankets on the sand and sipping on a bottle of hard cider. I can't even remember the last time we went to the beach together. It's peaceful with the sound of the waves crashing. While we're lying there looking up at the stars and all the twinkling lights out at sea she asks, "So in the past 30 years, tell me something you've learned." 

"Hmm. I don't know." I think for a minute and answer, "I've learned that everything is fleeting."

Meanwhile, we can hear other groups of people (or couples) an unknown distance away from us having their own night beach experiences.

Back home. Having a little sexcapade in her bedroom.

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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