Boring Redux

Originally Posted Sunday, February 16, 2013

Drinking hot coffee with a mouth scalded the night before by just out of the oven pizza, little tags of skin hanging from the roof of my mouth.  Not as much fun as it should be. 

I was tired after work yesterday, and all I could dream about was getting home and on my couch.  I would be in bed by nine, I thought.  Friday night.  Party.  I wanted to rent a movie and just veg.

I called my mother on the way home as is my wont just to see what was going on.  I forgot that my mother's niece was coming over for the weekend and bringing her son's girlfriend's daughter. 

"Where are you now?"

"I'm driving."

"Are you coming over?" 

Shit shit shit. 

"Sure." 

I had drunk a strong cup of coffee before I left work to keep me awake.  I had not really eaten, so what it did was make me shaky and nervous.  My stomach was hollow.  I went home.  I don't keep much food in the house, but I needed something badly.  In the freezer were some Amy's Organic Poppers or something of the sort, little cheese and tomato spice things wrapped in dough.  You know, the sort of food that vegetarians think makes them healthier than other people if not ideologically better.  I through them in the microwave and poured some wine.  My body was vibrating. 

When those were finished (it didn't take long), I opened a bag of organic edamame and threw that in the microwave, too.  That's what it says on the bag, not soy beans.  But I did feel like a good citizen this time helping to support the farmers who still fight on against Monsanto.  I felt that way with another glass of wine. 

The phone rang.

"Are you coming?"

"Yes.  I'm on my way." 

The little girl remembered that I had taken her picture before. 

"Are you a. . . ."  She was struggling with the word.  ". . . a proc. . . porn. . . ."

"Photographer.  The word is photographer," my mother's niece offered. 

"Do you have your camera?" 

"Yes."

"Where is it?"

"In the car." 

"Let's get it." 

A new model.  Yay!  You'll see.  It is what I have.  You will see it a lot, I'm sure.  I hope you like kiddie pics.  And maybe some flowers, too. 

I declined going to dinner with the tribe saying I was just simply too tired.  I wanted to go home.  I wasn't sure how hungry I was now that I'd snacked, but I knew I wasn't going to cook.  But nothing looked good as I walked around Whole Foods looking for something to eat.  Amy's pizza.  Ben and Jerry's Phish Food.  I was set. 

It's like that sometimes.  Life just isn't that exciting.  I look forward to tonight's reprise