Day 133 (also known as, The Day of Adventure)
Today started at 11:30 am and the sun was out. It had been 23 days since this city had seen the sun (well, not really, but). When I saw it leaking through my blinds I knew this was not a day to be lived within the cozy covers of graphic novels I must venture out. I got myself ready and sent out a vague, "Let's hang out everyone" message via facebook. The only people who wrote back were in a different country. But, the Brazilian man I stalked last night had agreed to be my friend and wrote a message on my wall.
So, I did what all adventurers do as their first stop; I went to the bank. I met a friend at the bank who invited me out I would've been thrilled but it was for sushi. Sushi isn't real food it's toy food for adults who think they are sophisticated. Anyway, my bodyguard texted me and said he'd like to meet up and that he would be ten minutes at the bus stop. It took three buses leaving me behind and the sun going away before he got to the stop. Then he didn't want to chat with me on the ride. In fact, the only time he looked like he was enjoying my company is when he made fun of me for ducking when bird flew over my head. I really wonder why I bother with his shit sometimes. But, we ended up at a Greek market/deli where they had salami sausages hanging from the ceiling and old Greek men watching a tiny television, it was a paradise. I could've stayed forever except my freaking bodyguard embarrassed me. When his gyro came he said, "It's kind of small," loud enough for the men to hear. Hopefully when I go in there by myself they won't recognize that I had been with him and they will let me what Greek tv with them and smile at me. After the restaurant we went to a bookstore and after that I ditched him to start my official adventuring.
So, I arrive at my friend's house which, until recently, had been a den for bed bugs and cockroaches both of which she kept reassuring me were taken care of. This reassurance didn't stop me from acting like a meth addict, itching my skin thinking they were on me. I was there for a visit which turned into me being there to celebrate the Ukrainian Christmas. She had cabbage rolls baking and borscht. I have never had borscht before. She made us greyhounds and gave me a bowl of borscht which was (maybe under influence of vodka) quite good. Who knew beets tasted so lovely in a broth with sour cream? It almost made it worth the bed bug risk factor of being there.
Her entire Ukrainian ancestry got on google talk and wanted to chat and meet me. I didn't understand most of what was said but they seemed merry enough. They wanted to be shown around her apartment as though they were house guests. So, my friend started with holding her Mac out of the window as her mother had said, "Show (Ukrainian word for grandmother) how close the next building is. The camera was pointed directly into her neighbors window (3 feet away). After pulling back into the kitchen she showed them her bathroom and bedroom. Apparently, this is what people who have parents that aren't afraid of computers do. I must say it's a little frightening.
Tonight a friend and I went out to buy notebooks and folders at Staples on the walk there we saw him. We saw the sculptor I had seen this summer in one of the windows of a building that looks like a summer camp building next door. He was a little hard to identify as this summer when I first saw him he was shirtless sporting huge, bulgy muscles and an apron and he was carrying something heavy making it look completely effortless and yet glowing with a sheen of perfect sweat covering all of him evenly.
We stopped and peered inside the window at him drawing something on a huge white sheet. He was wearing a white t-shirt covering his bulgy arms. On the way home we stopped again, the light was on but he was missing. Instead of walking on home we stared at his window for 6 minutes and could've waited longer had our friend (a guy who I've heard likes me) came up to us. I said, "We're stalking this guy in that window." He wasn't impressed and I realized then that what we were doing constituted as creepy but, simultaneously, I knew I'd be back outside that window tomorrow night, waiting.
Before all of the stalking my friend and I stopped by the drugstore. She came up to me as I was looking at makeup and whispered, "They are having a sale on pads if you want to stock up they are only 2.99." I went and picked one up. As I was checking out the lady working behind the counter said in a very loud voice, "Always a good time to stock up on pads! You'll need 'em sooner or later." I said, "Not if you are pregnant." She said, "That's why I said, 'sooner or later.'" Not only did she announce to the store that I was purchasing pads she made a lame joke. I love it, seriously that is someone enjoying her job. Maybe tomorrow I will go back and get more pads I bet she'll have a few loud comments to make me smile. Or maybe I should just hang around the store and wait around for somebody to buy a box of condoms. "Always a good time to stock up on condoms! You'll probably get around to using them sooner or later (maybe)."
-Canadian Castaway
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