Yesterday

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.