Not while walking is still honest
I walked more today than I usually do in a week. Maybe two.
This was the most productive day off I have had in ages, and I did many things, all of which I will gladly tell you now.
First order of business, upon obtaining rent-type monies from the 'mates, was to go to the bank. I could have taken the bus, but it was a nice cool day, so I decided to walk. I thank God that I didn't actually remember how far the bank is, or I might have wussed out; 18 blocks one way was bracing, but the trip back was a little, "Oh yeah, that's right, I'm out of shape." I took a lot of pleasant breaks, however. For example: The Trading Musician on Roosevelt is my new favorite place to ogle pretty boys, prettier guitars, and prettiest mandolins. Oh, there was this darling honey-colored mandolin that I lost my heart to...someone give me $219.95 and mando lessons. I think I saw Josh from Nobody Wins, but it's been years and I couldn't be sure, so I didn't say anything.
Then I stopped at a little thrift store a block down...and lost an hour, easy. The place is crammed into a weird little storefront comprised of five small rooms connected by a hall, each one almost literally overflowing with junk. It was like the leftovers from several dozen garage sales all thrown into one small space. I ended up walking away with the following:
- A red thermal for 99 cents
- Black wing-tip shoes for $3.50
- A pair of sexy red JOHN FLUEVOG kickers for a mere $4
- A He-Man comic book from 1988
- A Housemartins LP! (London 0, Hull 4)
- A present for someone SHH IT IS A SECRET
A pretty sweet haul, methinks.
After returning home, running a load of laundry and taking a shower (productivity!) I took a bus to Bellevue for my brother's birthday dinner. My baby brother is 20; that is highly disturbing. After dinner, we went out for gelato, then Aaron, Mom, and I watched Mirrormask. When I got home, I sat down to finish watching Love's Labour's Lost, which I have been slowly watching over the last few days. Before I could finish, however, David came home and announced that he had a mission (if I chose to accept it). He wanted an oatmeal cookie, and he wanted one badly. We walked all the way to Safeway (4-5 blocks) but could find no cookie dough and they have no bakery (I could have told David that Safeway sucks). So then we tried the QFC in Wallingford (this is a guess, but maybe another 15 blocks there and back again [a hobbit'sSHUT UP GEEK]). There we obtained a tub of Cougar Mountain cookie dough (which is the proverbial shit). On the walk back, my new wing-tips organized a mutiny with my socks and feet, and those last 5 or 6 blocks were quite painful. Once we got home I removed the offending footwear (I'll think about keelhauling them tomorrow) and climbed onto the couch, from whence I have not moved except to obtain one of the cookies when they were done.
Now I am waiting for Anna and Chris to call me and say whether or not they need to crash here tonight...they said it might be around 1am, so I think it's time to call and say, "what up, bitches?"
edit: I'm not sure how I managed to miss a call from Anna saying they won't need to crash here, seeing as how it was at 10:45 and I'm pretty sure that David and I were still on our mission at that point. HIGHLY suspicious.
It is time for a little Sarah to be snuggled in bed, dreaming of delicious cookies, pretty mandolins*, and awesome new shoes.
*And maybe even pretty mandolin players...
This was the most productive day off I have had in ages, and I did many things, all of which I will gladly tell you now.
First order of business, upon obtaining rent-type monies from the 'mates, was to go to the bank. I could have taken the bus, but it was a nice cool day, so I decided to walk. I thank God that I didn't actually remember how far the bank is, or I might have wussed out; 18 blocks one way was bracing, but the trip back was a little, "Oh yeah, that's right, I'm out of shape." I took a lot of pleasant breaks, however. For example: The Trading Musician on Roosevelt is my new favorite place to ogle pretty boys, prettier guitars, and prettiest mandolins. Oh, there was this darling honey-colored mandolin that I lost my heart to...someone give me $219.95 and mando lessons. I think I saw Josh from Nobody Wins, but it's been years and I couldn't be sure, so I didn't say anything.
Then I stopped at a little thrift store a block down...and lost an hour, easy. The place is crammed into a weird little storefront comprised of five small rooms connected by a hall, each one almost literally overflowing with junk. It was like the leftovers from several dozen garage sales all thrown into one small space. I ended up walking away with the following:
- A red thermal for 99 cents
- Black wing-tip shoes for $3.50
- A pair of sexy red JOHN FLUEVOG kickers for a mere $4
- A He-Man comic book from 1988
- A Housemartins LP! (London 0, Hull 4)
- A present for someone SHH IT IS A SECRET
A pretty sweet haul, methinks.
After returning home, running a load of laundry and taking a shower (productivity!) I took a bus to Bellevue for my brother's birthday dinner. My baby brother is 20; that is highly disturbing. After dinner, we went out for gelato, then Aaron, Mom, and I watched Mirrormask. When I got home, I sat down to finish watching Love's Labour's Lost, which I have been slowly watching over the last few days. Before I could finish, however, David came home and announced that he had a mission (if I chose to accept it). He wanted an oatmeal cookie, and he wanted one badly. We walked all the way to Safeway (4-5 blocks) but could find no cookie dough and they have no bakery (I could have told David that Safeway sucks). So then we tried the QFC in Wallingford (this is a guess, but maybe another 15 blocks there and back again [a hobbit'sSHUT UP GEEK]). There we obtained a tub of Cougar Mountain cookie dough (which is the proverbial shit). On the walk back, my new wing-tips organized a mutiny with my socks and feet, and those last 5 or 6 blocks were quite painful. Once we got home I removed the offending footwear (I'll think about keelhauling them tomorrow) and climbed onto the couch, from whence I have not moved except to obtain one of the cookies when they were done.
Now I am waiting for Anna and Chris to call me and say whether or not they need to crash here tonight...they said it might be around 1am, so I think it's time to call and say, "what up, bitches?"
edit: I'm not sure how I managed to miss a call from Anna saying they won't need to crash here, seeing as how it was at 10:45 and I'm pretty sure that David and I were still on our mission at that point. HIGHLY suspicious.
It is time for a little Sarah to be snuggled in bed, dreaming of delicious cookies, pretty mandolins*, and awesome new shoes.
*And maybe even pretty mandolin players...