I have been indecisive about how to celebrate the remainder of my day off. I considered going for a walk, making a salad, meeting a friend, downsizing some of my wardrobe or buying spaghetti. I hemmed and hawed. Waited to hear from my potential coffee date and then opted to create my own night.
My coffee date is a guy that I refer to as Japanese Cowboy. It's a long story and the name came about after a series of texts where the name stuck. Reminded me of a ween song too. At any rate, this man works at a coffee shop and has traveled to Vietnam. Yes, I find him attractive. Yet, mostly, I want to know what he discovered in Vietnam. He is elusive. I am over it, I think. Well, I know I am over it. I was not that broken up when he canceled our plans. He cares for his mother. Still, I do not know the extent of her incapacity. He has not explained how he is caring for her, nor, have I come out via text and asked. It seems inappropriate to question that in that format. I did ask him, point blank, last week when I saw him. His response--she's retarded. I am fairly certain that my transparent face translated my dislike of that word. He backpedaled with, well, I am living here because she needs assistance and I am not married unlike my siblings. So, I am still unaware of why he cares for his mom. I don't know if I will find out either.
I have wonderful arugula, radishes and green onions from the farmer's market. I could make a salad. Or, I could have a glass of wine and buy spaghetti. Guess what option won?
Spaghetti with wine. I wanted to check out a new place to me. There is a place near the Plaza that I have not been too. I found a parking space and walked to the restaurant. Relieved that they had a bar where I could drink a glass of wine while waiting. The guy poured me a generous glass of wine and I waited for my take-out. There were three tables in use. Lovely ambiance. My food arrived and I waited for the check. The owner handed me a check which was not mine. I told the guy that and he said, yes, this your check. You asked for the brie without this and adding that.
I said, no, I asked for the spaghetti and meat balls. He seemed confused and wondered if I had been given the correct food. I had. He gave me the wrong check is all.
Upon returning home, I opened some wine and tasted the spaghetti. Mediocre at best. They did offer many other options that seemed interesting. I liked the bar and think I could enjoy a glass of wine in the space.
Tomorrow, I work the day shift. I plan on doing some yoga before I work. I will work and then figure out my downsizing situation. Yes, life is grand.