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Feb. 13th, 2020 11:36 am
Irrungen, Wirrungen
Yesterday a friend invited me out for Thai food. I said I had limited time because I had pie crust to make so he offered to pick me up at work. Since there's no convenient place near the library to pick anyone up, I advised him to drive up to the parking lot just north of here and wait for me there. He told me to expect him in about 15-20 minutes.
After about ten minutes, though, he told me he'd been going the wrong way and it would be another 25 minutes. I rolled my eyes and shrugged it off. It was only after his next message that I realised what had gone wrong: To help him find the lot, I'd given him an intersection as a landmark (as we do in Chicago) and he'd gone to the one of that name in Chicago, not Evanston. I explained what had happened and--much chagrined--he told me it would be another 25 minutes.
I always forget, in these days of ubiquitous GPS, how explicit I need to be with directions. I can't assume anyone knows where anything is, whether it's a street, a building, or an entire suburb. In the end, it didn't matter much; I was happily tapping away at my PC while he crisscrossed the area and he got me home in plenty of time to make my dough.
I'm a bit worried about it, of course. I always worry about overworking pie dough and the fact that I'm baking something to share with the gaming group this evening and with my new crush only adds to my anxiety. I didn't end up executing my plan with him, btw, or I did but in a modified form. Vaguely remembering him giving some advice on rolling dough at the party, I messaged him to ask about it. His response was terse and didn't give me a lot of hope.
But then he got in touch again late on Tuesday and asked, "Did it work?" I admitted that I hadn't tried it yet and then pivoted to the banter I'd been rehearsing in my head. To my delight, we fell back into the chummy badinage we'd enjoyed at the party. I thought about how tired I'd be the next day if I stayed up too late and then shrugged it off; what better reason is there to stay up late anyhow?
It got personal and a bit sexual, but I chose not to lean into that too strongly for fear of frightening him away. But I did end up promising him a piece of the pie so I really hope I can deliver. If not, I'll just have to take him out for pie somewhere.
After about ten minutes, though, he told me he'd been going the wrong way and it would be another 25 minutes. I rolled my eyes and shrugged it off. It was only after his next message that I realised what had gone wrong: To help him find the lot, I'd given him an intersection as a landmark (as we do in Chicago) and he'd gone to the one of that name in Chicago, not Evanston. I explained what had happened and--much chagrined--he told me it would be another 25 minutes.
I always forget, in these days of ubiquitous GPS, how explicit I need to be with directions. I can't assume anyone knows where anything is, whether it's a street, a building, or an entire suburb. In the end, it didn't matter much; I was happily tapping away at my PC while he crisscrossed the area and he got me home in plenty of time to make my dough.
I'm a bit worried about it, of course. I always worry about overworking pie dough and the fact that I'm baking something to share with the gaming group this evening and with my new crush only adds to my anxiety. I didn't end up executing my plan with him, btw, or I did but in a modified form. Vaguely remembering him giving some advice on rolling dough at the party, I messaged him to ask about it. His response was terse and didn't give me a lot of hope.
But then he got in touch again late on Tuesday and asked, "Did it work?" I admitted that I hadn't tried it yet and then pivoted to the banter I'd been rehearsing in my head. To my delight, we fell back into the chummy badinage we'd enjoyed at the party. I thought about how tired I'd be the next day if I stayed up too late and then shrugged it off; what better reason is there to stay up late anyhow?
It got personal and a bit sexual, but I chose not to lean into that too strongly for fear of frightening him away. But I did end up promising him a piece of the pie so I really hope I can deliver. If not, I'll just have to take him out for pie somewhere.