Today was a rough one for me, in terms of keeping positive. Without going into too much detail, it started off with me wanting to visit some family but not really having the time or money to do so. And when I finally decided to try, that family was already too set up with their day of other activities. Following that, a roommate decided to have an unannounced cook-out for a couple of dozen of her friends without setting it up with the other roommates or myself first, which triply sucked as the other roommates were out of town so I was the only one that was impacted. It's not that the roommate's friends are bad people or I hate cookouts or anything, but basically I was already in a rut and didn't feel up to being interesting for twenty five well-moneyed professionals. I have to perform for people in my daily retail gig enough as it is, and given my mood today all I wanted at that point was quiet, which I wasn't going to get.
High-tailing it out of there by jumping on my bike with no destination, after about fifteen minutes I realized that I needed to get out of the area to a happier place, so I jumped on the train and took a ride out to Revere Beach, an East Boston shoreline as known for it's proximity and beach food as it is it's warm-evening streetfights, shootings and general city dwellers. There are plenty of good people out there, happy families and all, but there are just as many troublemakers and drunks on a given summer night. I got there in the mid afternoon so I didn't have any problems at the beginning. Grabbed a slice of pizza from a streetside vendor, walked around and took some photos.
Waiting for the train home though, in my last four minutes in the area, a local meathead was walking around taking a swig off some sort of alcoholic beverage and spitting it out again as if he was swilling tobacco chaw, one particular time a little too close to me for comfort. "Heeey maaan," he warbled with the control of a fucking drinky bird on roller skates, "I didn't getcha there, did I...?" No it's cool, man, I replied. "I sure overdids it this tiiiime... Too maaaany screwdrivahs and blowjawbs... Haaah haaaah." Then a woman walks by and he leans over his shoulder at her, saying "Nothin' like a tasty blowjawb, hyaaa haaaah" and then offers me a joint. I waved it off and borrowed a line from the DRAGNET film saying "No thanks, I had a big lunch."
Walking away immediately as the subway pulled in and getting on a train car as far away as him as possible, I headed back into the city and wanted food, in fact this would be the only thing I'd yet had to eat today other than that single slice of pizza. I headed to my favorite downtown diner and even that went to shit. Looking at the menu and not wanting to load up on thick bready-rolled burgers or fried anything, I simply asked for a coffee and a blueberry muffin. The new meth-looking waitress brought the coffee. The muffin took so long, despite the fact that there were only two single other people in there at the time, that I drank two full cups of coffee and was preparing to just say the hell with it and ask for the check, when she showed up with a tepid, soaked corn muffin. Already moving out in my head, I pointed out that I'd ordered a blueberry muffin and she mumbled "Oggh, we dint have any, we're outta them so I gived you corn." I gave her three bucks for the coffee and walked out.
Giving up on society as a whole, I headed back into Chinatown toward my train and decided to lift my spirits by getting some gifts for my Mom. Some excellent lemon cake from a Chinese bakery and something I'd been meaning to get her for a while now, a Maneki-neko or Japanese/Chinese lucky cat. Those little cat figures with the waving arms that are meant to bring luck to businesses and patrons and hopefully by extension regular non-businesspeople as well. I figure Mom could always use more luck, and I like picking little things up for her like that.
Headed home, food shopped, saw the roommate cookout was still going on despite me being gone for five hours (it eventually lasted nine damned hours), I made a quick Eggplant Parmesan and watched the film THE BOOK THIEF (2013, blu-ray). Liked it plenty. Solid performances, fine life-affirming stuff for the most part. Now off to sleep, hoping for a better or at least less annoying day tomorrow.
Edited by Engineer - 6/25/17 at 10:40am