December 5, 2010
I got there before she did, which admittedly is a rare occasion. I toss it to the show horses she has under her hood and the lazy donkeys I have under my own. From the moment I swing open the door to the moment she walks in, I'm asked "party of...one?" about 5 or 6 times. Feels good. By "feels good" I mean makes me rethink having had woken up at all. I sit and immediately notice the poorly dyed mess of hair sitting on top of my quite charming waiter. Edo. Strange name but a smile that would make a stubborn baby stop crying.
The repetitive echo's at this particular eatery were in full effect this morning. "More coffee?...More coffee?..More coffee?..." Guess we should just leave. We split the bill and I take care of the tip. My friend wasn't there for all the playful banter earlier. I knew that Edo deserved more than a couple bucks. Our frigid walk to the car fighting the wintry winds that seem to have picked up out of nowhere lead to a comforting hug from a friend I can honestly say I love. Still having another 45 minutes to 1 hour before my mystery mans practice was over, I decided I'd drive to the parking lot and take a nap. I wouldn't want to risk him getting out early and freezing to death while I roamed the isles at Target.
Pulling into the driveway, I can't help but get excited to see him again. Jones. Bad.
I fall asleep to some Yeezy. I woke up to a tormenting earthquake which resulted to be a hump attack on Sha-vaughn'. She probably liked it. I did too.
And the day went on...lazily and happily. Just as Lazy Sunday's should.
Deuces
I got there before she did, which admittedly is a rare occasion. I toss it to the show horses she has under her hood and the lazy donkeys I have under my own. From the moment I swing open the door to the moment she walks in, I'm asked "party of...one?" about 5 or 6 times. Feels good. By "feels good" I mean makes me rethink having had woken up at all. I sit and immediately notice the poorly dyed mess of hair sitting on top of my quite charming waiter. Edo. Strange name but a smile that would make a stubborn baby stop crying.
"Can I get you something to drink? Perhaps some coffee? Maybe find you some company? I'm off soon."My would-be bouncer had I accomplished someone else's dream finally arrives. We order the usual. Biscuits and gravy. Per usual, he has much more to fill me in on then I do. I like it that way. More so now than ever before, but I'll save that for another entry entirely. A few names I've heard before and a few new ones. It's fun to get the guy version of these random drunken nights. Somehow, he manages to justify stringing along a 19 year old stripper - not to mention, coworker. Way to stay away from potential trouble! Also, thank you for making me feel like my decisions are well into the sane zone. The extent of my recap as of our last trip to Bob Evans is about 2 sentences long. "No, that's just a nick name. Yes, I still like him quite a bit." He seems content with knowing just that. I'm content leaving it at just that. When trying to stay grounded, it's good to keep the emotional reflection to a minimum.
"Haha thanks for the pity. My friends should be here shortly though."
"I thought to myself 'What if she really is alone? I'll get the girl some breakfast' Though you'd assume we were hanging out last night and I felt obliged."
"WOW! Thanks! Mean."
"Hahaha We'll see if he comes."
"You're on a role. Can I get black coffee?"
"Sure thing"
The repetitive echo's at this particular eatery were in full effect this morning. "More coffee?...More coffee?..More coffee?..." Guess we should just leave. We split the bill and I take care of the tip. My friend wasn't there for all the playful banter earlier. I knew that Edo deserved more than a couple bucks. Our frigid walk to the car fighting the wintry winds that seem to have picked up out of nowhere lead to a comforting hug from a friend I can honestly say I love. Still having another 45 minutes to 1 hour before my mystery mans practice was over, I decided I'd drive to the parking lot and take a nap. I wouldn't want to risk him getting out early and freezing to death while I roamed the isles at Target.
Pulling into the driveway, I can't help but get excited to see him again. Jones. Bad.
I fall asleep to some Yeezy. I woke up to a tormenting earthquake which resulted to be a hump attack on Sha-vaughn'. She probably liked it. I did too.
And the day went on...lazily and happily. Just as Lazy Sunday's should.
Deuces
