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Aug. 28th, 2018 09:40 am
Fire but no spark
I'm annoyed today for a fairly stupid reason: My pal the journalist and I had plans this morning to visit the local patisserie so he could write a review and I could enjoy some free eats, but he rescheduled for the quite understandable reason that it was unexpectedly storming. I chose today because I knew I'd be up late last night and I wanted the caffeine jolt, so now I feel deprived of something promised to me and I'm handling it poorly...because I'm tired and cranky and I didn't get enough caffeine.
I should keep in mind that the reason I was up late is that I took home a sweet little Pisco priest from Baltimore (he says all the letters like a monster) and we had a good hour and change of rumbly tumbly. Round Two is mooted for Thursday and, if I play my cards right, I might finally get a sample of what the interiors of Marina City (a.k.a. "the Corncobs") are like.
I invited him to the Full Moon Fire Jam in the park near where I used to live on Marine and didn't realise that he (a) didn't know where that was and (b) couldn't be arsed to google it. But once we got that sorted, things followed pretty smoothly: we met up at First Sip (I had an iced concoction of dandelion tea, oat milk, and maple syrup that was eye-opening), got bao from Miss Saigon (needed more sauce), and staked out a spot on the far side of the proceedings where he gave me a hit from his herbal vape and we proceeded to get snuggly.
After seeing some pretty impressive fire dancing despite high winds, we moved to the lakeshore to catch an even more impressive moonrise. It made me melancholy to realise that the deep red colour is almost certainly the result of destructive wildfires out west, but it really wowed me all the same. I took him a little further up the shore so I could point out Hollywood Beach and we just kept walking to the bus stop since it was clear where the evening was heading.
So it was lovely and romantic and I just had to keep putting out of my head how much more lovely and romantic it would be with someone I actually cared about instead of some rando I'd picked up in a bar (mutual acquaintances notwithstanding). Because what kind of dead end is that?
I should keep in mind that the reason I was up late is that I took home a sweet little Pisco priest from Baltimore (he says all the letters like a monster) and we had a good hour and change of rumbly tumbly. Round Two is mooted for Thursday and, if I play my cards right, I might finally get a sample of what the interiors of Marina City (a.k.a. "the Corncobs") are like.
I invited him to the Full Moon Fire Jam in the park near where I used to live on Marine and didn't realise that he (a) didn't know where that was and (b) couldn't be arsed to google it. But once we got that sorted, things followed pretty smoothly: we met up at First Sip (I had an iced concoction of dandelion tea, oat milk, and maple syrup that was eye-opening), got bao from Miss Saigon (needed more sauce), and staked out a spot on the far side of the proceedings where he gave me a hit from his herbal vape and we proceeded to get snuggly.
After seeing some pretty impressive fire dancing despite high winds, we moved to the lakeshore to catch an even more impressive moonrise. It made me melancholy to realise that the deep red colour is almost certainly the result of destructive wildfires out west, but it really wowed me all the same. I took him a little further up the shore so I could point out Hollywood Beach and we just kept walking to the bus stop since it was clear where the evening was heading.
So it was lovely and romantic and I just had to keep putting out of my head how much more lovely and romantic it would be with someone I actually cared about instead of some rando I'd picked up in a bar (mutual acquaintances notwithstanding). Because what kind of dead end is that?
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