Jan. 24th, 2019 10:31 am
Weekend Follies, Part Deux
Sunday was comparatively quiet. I got to sleep in. I didn't go out and shovel any snow. (Let my damn condomates do something.) My only real activity of the day was hanging out with my brother.
He'd contacted me a few days earlier about the ukiyo-e exhibit at the Art Institute. It'd been on my radar for weeks, I'd mentioned it to him and Nuphy, but I hadn't gotten around to actually scheduling anything. Given how bad the weather was, I thought I'd maybe catch it the following weekend (which was chancy given that that was closing weekend). So I leapt on the invitation.
We met up at Toni beforehand, which was somewhat disappointing. My water glass had a huge glob of chocolate on it, the waitress clearing tables didn't even bother to wipe them down, and my egg sandwich was really just quiche on a brioche. At least it wasn't at all dry, but the breakfast potatoes were mushy and underseasoned. Next time we should check if Bienmesabe is open.
At the time, though, we hardly noticed. Only after two hours of lively conversation did I note the time and suggest that, just maybe, we might want to move on to the ostensible reason for our rendezvous? We crossed through Millennium Park on the way an detoured past the Bean, which I'd never seen with icicles on it before.
The exhibit was extensive. After about half an hour, I suggested powering through the rest just to get an idea of its size so we could prioritise before the mego kicked in. Unfortunately, while doing this, I got some unexpected intense butthole pain and had to sit down for a while. I encouraged![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bunj to go back in without me, but he soon came back and we sat and talked for yet another hour or so.
We had so many questions. As much explanation and context as they had provided, we still wanted more. I was very surprised to find not a single woodblock print in the whole suite of rooms because of how the mass-production aspect was emphasised in my college class. I guess we'll just have to read the book.
Despite the cold, we ended up walking together as far as the Grand stop. He walked home from there while I rode. Around this time, my painkillers were really kicking in and they left me so fuzzy I took it easy when I got back.
The next day was a full one. First I had a dental appointment. Everything went swimmingly until the end when the dentist nicked me with his polishing brush. For the first time in ages, I was wondering whether it was time to move on.
His office is just south of Monshu's old condo. When I left, I turned into the park which goes behind both buildings. There was at least an hour to kill before meeting my coworker for lunch and I thought that taking some snaps of the ice on the lakefront might be a good way to kill it.
I wasn't disappointed. A cliff of ice had formed all along Foster Street Beach and the waves were pounding it. Unfortunately I had to take my glove off to work the camera on my phone and it wasn't long before my hand began to feel frostbitten. Figuring I had enough for Instagram for now, I went to the grocery story to warm up.
I concentrated on dry goods since whatever I bought would have to stay with me all day. At one point, I saw some specialty pasta I thought might go well with the salsa di noci I had to use up. No price came up in the system which led to a whole comedy at checkout, culminating in a manger asking me, "How much do you think this is?"
"Three bucks?" I replied, shrugging.
"Good enough for me!" he said, punching it in.
"I coulda done that!" said the cashier.
(Me being me, I had to go back and check. It was $2.99. I circled back, yelled to the cashier, "Y'all owe me a penny!" and dashed out.)
Lunch was at Bibim Town, a place Big Red had recommended. It was sun-drenched and minimalist and bright in every sense. I started off with some burdock tea while I waited and we split a pʻajŏn. I ended up ordering the bibim with glass noodles, just because I could, and he got them regular.
Every time we get together, we start out talking about books and end up talking about sex. This time I finally got the skinny on his relationship (which might be the payoff from meeting away from campus finally) and found that it's "don't ask don't tell". So I sent him a wanna-fuck after he dropped me off and (hours later) got the sweetest "thanks maybe later" reply.
I would have propositioned him right there in the car but I'd already told him I had another assignation planned. I'd messaged Pasillero shortly before leaving him and he'd texted right back suggesting afternoon delight. I figured out if I went to his place, I could hit Middle Eastern Bakery on the way to replenish my exhausted supply of masala chai.
I had enough time that I was able to hit Crossroads and buy a couple pieces that I don't need but really really like. Well, arguably the vest is an answer to the question of what to do when I feel like wearing my fleece vest but want to appear a little more stylish.
He answered the door in a towel. I was ready to whip it off of him but he made me wait in the front room while he got into costume. It got wild and heavy and we both collapsed on the bed. I thought we were taking a break before Round 2; he thought we were finished, but he came around to my line of thinking.
Unfortunately, he'd tired himself out at the gym and fell asleep in the middle of cuddling. I felt so comfortable I could have nodded off, too, if not for fear of what it would do to my sleep schedule. He stood by in a robe while I got dressed to make sure I didn't forget anything (and gave me back the strap I'd left behind on the last visit).
He'd contacted me a few days earlier about the ukiyo-e exhibit at the Art Institute. It'd been on my radar for weeks, I'd mentioned it to him and Nuphy, but I hadn't gotten around to actually scheduling anything. Given how bad the weather was, I thought I'd maybe catch it the following weekend (which was chancy given that that was closing weekend). So I leapt on the invitation.
We met up at Toni beforehand, which was somewhat disappointing. My water glass had a huge glob of chocolate on it, the waitress clearing tables didn't even bother to wipe them down, and my egg sandwich was really just quiche on a brioche. At least it wasn't at all dry, but the breakfast potatoes were mushy and underseasoned. Next time we should check if Bienmesabe is open.
At the time, though, we hardly noticed. Only after two hours of lively conversation did I note the time and suggest that, just maybe, we might want to move on to the ostensible reason for our rendezvous? We crossed through Millennium Park on the way an detoured past the Bean, which I'd never seen with icicles on it before.
The exhibit was extensive. After about half an hour, I suggested powering through the rest just to get an idea of its size so we could prioritise before the mego kicked in. Unfortunately, while doing this, I got some unexpected intense butthole pain and had to sit down for a while. I encouraged
bunj to go back in without me, but he soon came back and we sat and talked for yet another hour or so.We had so many questions. As much explanation and context as they had provided, we still wanted more. I was very surprised to find not a single woodblock print in the whole suite of rooms because of how the mass-production aspect was emphasised in my college class. I guess we'll just have to read the book.
Despite the cold, we ended up walking together as far as the Grand stop. He walked home from there while I rode. Around this time, my painkillers were really kicking in and they left me so fuzzy I took it easy when I got back.
The next day was a full one. First I had a dental appointment. Everything went swimmingly until the end when the dentist nicked me with his polishing brush. For the first time in ages, I was wondering whether it was time to move on.
His office is just south of Monshu's old condo. When I left, I turned into the park which goes behind both buildings. There was at least an hour to kill before meeting my coworker for lunch and I thought that taking some snaps of the ice on the lakefront might be a good way to kill it.
I wasn't disappointed. A cliff of ice had formed all along Foster Street Beach and the waves were pounding it. Unfortunately I had to take my glove off to work the camera on my phone and it wasn't long before my hand began to feel frostbitten. Figuring I had enough for Instagram for now, I went to the grocery story to warm up.
I concentrated on dry goods since whatever I bought would have to stay with me all day. At one point, I saw some specialty pasta I thought might go well with the salsa di noci I had to use up. No price came up in the system which led to a whole comedy at checkout, culminating in a manger asking me, "How much do you think this is?"
"Three bucks?" I replied, shrugging.
"Good enough for me!" he said, punching it in.
"I coulda done that!" said the cashier.
(Me being me, I had to go back and check. It was $2.99. I circled back, yelled to the cashier, "Y'all owe me a penny!" and dashed out.)
Lunch was at Bibim Town, a place Big Red had recommended. It was sun-drenched and minimalist and bright in every sense. I started off with some burdock tea while I waited and we split a pʻajŏn. I ended up ordering the bibim with glass noodles, just because I could, and he got them regular.
Every time we get together, we start out talking about books and end up talking about sex. This time I finally got the skinny on his relationship (which might be the payoff from meeting away from campus finally) and found that it's "don't ask don't tell". So I sent him a wanna-fuck after he dropped me off and (hours later) got the sweetest "thanks maybe later" reply.
I would have propositioned him right there in the car but I'd already told him I had another assignation planned. I'd messaged Pasillero shortly before leaving him and he'd texted right back suggesting afternoon delight. I figured out if I went to his place, I could hit Middle Eastern Bakery on the way to replenish my exhausted supply of masala chai.
I had enough time that I was able to hit Crossroads and buy a couple pieces that I don't need but really really like. Well, arguably the vest is an answer to the question of what to do when I feel like wearing my fleece vest but want to appear a little more stylish.
He answered the door in a towel. I was ready to whip it off of him but he made me wait in the front room while he got into costume. It got wild and heavy and we both collapsed on the bed. I thought we were taking a break before Round 2; he thought we were finished, but he came around to my line of thinking.
Unfortunately, he'd tired himself out at the gym and fell asleep in the middle of cuddling. I felt so comfortable I could have nodded off, too, if not for fear of what it would do to my sleep schedule. He stood by in a robe while I got dressed to make sure I didn't forget anything (and gave me back the strap I'd left behind on the last visit).