We woke up around nine that morning: I was very hungry. After discussing various options we settled on siri Thai. We slowly made our way to the restaurant wile Emily pointed out various spots of interest.
Siri Thai is a small place in a commercial strip. All the buildings have red brick on the outside. We order green curry, pad Thai and tilapia with mushrooms along with coconut soup and egg rolls for the sides. While we wait for the food to be prepared Emily takes me for a brief tour. She shows me the restaurant where she used to work at, the quiet spot that she would retreat to when she needed alone time and the lofts that she longed to see the inside of. We went back to siri Thai and we ordered two tea smoothies. The mango was very good. Why did the taro smoothie taste like frankenberries? I almost forgot to mention the lawyer that made it his job to police the parking lot, looking for people that were parking there to go to the football game. We watched as accosted a group that was obviously there for the game. They all went into siri Thai while under the steely gaze of the lawyer.
We took our food back to Emily's place. While we ate we took pictures of each other. I talked to her mom for a bit about work, living outside the city and briefly of politics. She seems quiet, yet talkative and thoughtful. I tried to make a good impression while still being myself.
We retreated into the cave and lounged about, talking about anything we could come up with. Later that evening one of her friends came over to try to cajole Emily into going out to a bar to hang out. We ended up getting some tacos, a sope, and a torta for the three of us. Before entering the house, we found our way barred by a gigantic cockroach on one of the steps. Emily, in a fit of fear or perhaps even rage, kicked it away. Unfortunately this also meant that she kicked it towards me. Why is there a totem pole on top of the fire place? Turns out that it belongs to Doug.
Doug is the kind of man that drinks a twelve pack, smokes weed, eats some chicken, vomits, then blames the chicken. Of course it was the chicken Doug. Of course it was. He also eats questionable meat an alarming shade of gray and enjoys Hawaiian music.
After Emily's friend left, we ventured out to get some wine. We settled on a Sangiovese. We took our wine and drove around, with Emily pointing out places from her past. It was a fantastic night: perfect for having our windows down. We stopped at a school and walked, hand in hand, through the gate to the playground. Once inside, we swung on the swings, which felt amazing. It was as though all my worries melted away as I felt the air rushing past me and I was suddenly filled with a strange calmness. We walked back to the car slowly and Emily told me she would like to go to a fair together. How I wished I had more time.
Back at her place, we enjoyed our wine while we watched a show about awful people on a reality show about poly people living in "pods". At one point we watched some of our favorite clips from the movie, 'The Producers'. I don't think there is anything that Gene Wilder is in that I don't like. My favorite line is near the beginning, when Gene is losing it and he yells: I'm wet...and I'm hysterical! Later on in the night we listened to a snap judgment show about a spelunker named Michelle, who spent several months alone in a cave and subsequently discovered that we all have internal clocks. Michelle is a French man who was inspired to keep experimenting and trying seemingly impossible feats in caves due to his admiration of Jacques Cousteau, whom he once heard say that "The impossible missions are the only ones which succeed." I wonder if I am on an impossible mission. But if I am, that makes it worth the more were I to succeed no? I believe so. I drift off to sleep.
No dreams tonight.
Siri Thai is a small place in a commercial strip. All the buildings have red brick on the outside. We order green curry, pad Thai and tilapia with mushrooms along with coconut soup and egg rolls for the sides. While we wait for the food to be prepared Emily takes me for a brief tour. She shows me the restaurant where she used to work at, the quiet spot that she would retreat to when she needed alone time and the lofts that she longed to see the inside of. We went back to siri Thai and we ordered two tea smoothies. The mango was very good. Why did the taro smoothie taste like frankenberries? I almost forgot to mention the lawyer that made it his job to police the parking lot, looking for people that were parking there to go to the football game. We watched as accosted a group that was obviously there for the game. They all went into siri Thai while under the steely gaze of the lawyer.
We took our food back to Emily's place. While we ate we took pictures of each other. I talked to her mom for a bit about work, living outside the city and briefly of politics. She seems quiet, yet talkative and thoughtful. I tried to make a good impression while still being myself.
We retreated into the cave and lounged about, talking about anything we could come up with. Later that evening one of her friends came over to try to cajole Emily into going out to a bar to hang out. We ended up getting some tacos, a sope, and a torta for the three of us. Before entering the house, we found our way barred by a gigantic cockroach on one of the steps. Emily, in a fit of fear or perhaps even rage, kicked it away. Unfortunately this also meant that she kicked it towards me. Why is there a totem pole on top of the fire place? Turns out that it belongs to Doug.
Doug is the kind of man that drinks a twelve pack, smokes weed, eats some chicken, vomits, then blames the chicken. Of course it was the chicken Doug. Of course it was. He also eats questionable meat an alarming shade of gray and enjoys Hawaiian music.
After Emily's friend left, we ventured out to get some wine. We settled on a Sangiovese. We took our wine and drove around, with Emily pointing out places from her past. It was a fantastic night: perfect for having our windows down. We stopped at a school and walked, hand in hand, through the gate to the playground. Once inside, we swung on the swings, which felt amazing. It was as though all my worries melted away as I felt the air rushing past me and I was suddenly filled with a strange calmness. We walked back to the car slowly and Emily told me she would like to go to a fair together. How I wished I had more time.
Back at her place, we enjoyed our wine while we watched a show about awful people on a reality show about poly people living in "pods". At one point we watched some of our favorite clips from the movie, 'The Producers'. I don't think there is anything that Gene Wilder is in that I don't like. My favorite line is near the beginning, when Gene is losing it and he yells: I'm wet...and I'm hysterical! Later on in the night we listened to a snap judgment show about a spelunker named Michelle, who spent several months alone in a cave and subsequently discovered that we all have internal clocks. Michelle is a French man who was inspired to keep experimenting and trying seemingly impossible feats in caves due to his admiration of Jacques Cousteau, whom he once heard say that "The impossible missions are the only ones which succeed." I wonder if I am on an impossible mission. But if I am, that makes it worth the more were I to succeed no? I believe so. I drift off to sleep.
No dreams tonight.
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