I had to get out of the house yesterday. The housecleaner was coming and I had to flee. My first stop was at Mexibec, to have a taco salad. It's not authentic, but it does the trick when hankering for Mexican food. My second stop was Starbucks in the village. It was so lovely. As big snowflakes floated down outside the window, I settled into the overstuffed chair in front of the fireplace with my newspaper (the most interesting tidbit was that Orange County, my birthplace, is now going to pipe recycled sewage that has been transformed into potable water to its citizens). Outside, passersby went about their affairs, some looking into the windows, others oblivious. There were no female customers during my visit. I'd wager all the men were gay as well, each one entering, and surveying the scene. Though everyone surveyed, some were more clandestine than others, taking an interest in the flower arrangement on the mantle for example, or squinting as though they had spotted a friend outdoors. It seemed the older the gentlemen, the more overt the scanning of the crowd. Being Monday at lunchtime, there wasn't much of one, but there were several hotties, who after disrobing layers of winterwear, enjoyed their hot beverages wearing much-too-small tank tops. I whipped out my cute little thing, which as you know I've dubbed my ipod touch, and tried to check the blog. There were many connections available, the most humorous of which was the "starbucks-sucks-shit" network. Definitive evidence of a geek with a sense of humor right there. A song I don't know the name of, nor understand because it's in Portugeuse, came on the ipod and my foot started tapping uncontrollably. Hey wait a minute, was Larry Craig wearing an ipod in that Minneapolis airport bathroom? Cuz, that might have been a good defense.
I finished my joe and went down into the metro tunnel to zip across town to catch a movie. I chose Juno. It made me cry. I love a good cry movie, especially this kind, where nothing tragic happens, just the stinging bite of reality so excellently portrayed in the film. After the film, I came home and the housecleaner was still there. Ugh. She cheerfully told me that in deep cleaning the couch, she had found $22.48 in change and put it in a dish on the kitchen counter. I think she likes to stay until Serge gets home, since she's someone he works with. They shot the shit for a spell before she left and then we ate BLTs. Watched some Planet Earth. Unexpectedly, we had sex. All in all, a nice day.
It looks like you have the life of Riley. Just what do you guys do that makes you lose so much change in the sofa? I could never let another person come in my house and clean you're so brave. All in all, it was a great day! Ed
I also saw Juno this past weekend. Great movie. It was interesting to me how getting pregnant was "no big deal" to Juno -- just an inconvenience maybe.
Boy, have things changed!
Ewww! Recycled sewerage as potable water? I'd rather nature do it its way. But, then again, what else is an appropriate topic at Sticky Crows? ;)
I did gasp at the line "I whipped out my cute little thing...", but breathed easier once you indicated that you were talking about your iPod. I mean, I know you were in a Starbucks in the Village, but still...
Finally, as for your penultimate sentence. Ah, yes. "All in all, a nice day." Always. :)
WOW !!! I'll call Serge !!!
Juno looks like a great movie, I can't wait to see it as I also love a great cry movie!
I like how you yadda yadda'd the sex. Did I teach you that? LoL
BLT & sex on the same day? Sweet!
damn, why not just win the lottery and call it a perfect day? it sounds sweet!
and yeah, you guys need a change jar, 'cause loosing 22 bucks in the couch is just wrong.
I only ever find hot wheels cars and little socks in my couch. I want to see Juno, too.
It sounds like a perfect day to me ... from beginning to end.
So, in a way, your housekeeper paid for your entire day's events.
I hope the "unexpectedly" doesn't mean that it is a rare occurrence in general.
Perfect day, that. Good for you.
(But isn't most sex sort of "unexpected")
Heaven, all of it.
One of the biggest drawbacks to a futon couch is nothing ever gets lost there. Oh, when you open it up, you realize somebody spent the last two years eating crackers there, but that's as good as it gets.
I like your idea of a good day. It's amazing how sex improves one's outlook on life along with some unexpected money in the couch--now why did I put those two phrases together?
a good day indeed!
yeah yeah yeah..sex whatever...I'm far more interested in how so much money could be found in one place!
Water that was once sewage? I don't care how recycled it is, I'm not drinking it! I also saw Juno, I wasn't sure I'd like it, what's funny about teenage pregnancy but I ended up loving it. That actress will go far I think. As for finding all that money in your couch, wow! I'd better check mine, I need some gas money.
I was going to leave a comment about your penultimate sentence, but Lemuel beat me to it. Dang.
$22.48 in the couch. I'm going to tell Boy and he will be at it every day searching for treasure.
Ah, what a blissful sounding day.
passion for poo
sex an final non-sequitor ..
ahaha i love this blog!
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