Saturday September 5 2015

Loopy Cucumber (September 5 2015)[i]

Waking up just before 11 a.m.

Mom is coming over to join Ana and I for an excursion to the Old Beach Farmer's Market. We fill up brown bags full of tomatoes, apples, and cucumbers. Elliott's working the Three Ships booth. He tries to slip ice in the backs of our shirts.

At the house. Ana finishes making a waffle batter with blueberries. I help grill them in the old waffle iron that dates back to the 50's. It's funny how an appliance like this has lasted almost 60 years and yet if you were to buy a brand new one today there's no way it'd last before something malfunctioned. They simply don't make things the way they used to anymore.

Blueberry Waffles (September 5 2015)

It's nice having my mom over for brunch. It seems like we do it quite frequently.

Got a lesson out in Kempsville. Then, browsing the Salvation Army thrift store for new collared shirts.

Back home.

Falafel Wrap with Hummus, Mustard, Cucumbers, and Tomatoes. Blue Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado. Honey Green Tea.


Learning a DEJA song.

Taking Stacy to Whole Foods to buy alcohol and pizza (not for me).

Stopping by China Wok to order what I used to order all the time there whenever I got off work: Tofu with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in Garlic Sauce. It's nice to see the girls, Cecily, and Ling. They've got some new guy working in the kitchen.

Back home.

Rehearsing that Daria song with Ana.

Then, a bike ride. Ana and I start off riding together but end up going our separate ways. There's an unusual amount of clubbers along Atlantic Avenue and with that more cops on horses and cops on bikes.


When turning the corner of 24th and Atlantic I spot Minnie and a girlfriend of hers.

"Getting your cardio on?" Minnie asks.

"Yes I am."

Commenting on my floral cut-off shorts she says, "You're stylin' tonight."

Her friend says something about how she likes my glasses. I talk about how difficult it is to ride my bike against the strong winds. She keeps pointing up persistently.

I play along, "Yes! That's the direction I aim for. Up high."

"I can help you get there," She responds mischievously.  

Minnie, realizing how silly her friend is being, interrupts and I say goodnight.

Back home.


Sleep 3ish a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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