“He’s not a rockstar he’s an astrophysicist.”
Tuesday I sleep in because upon waking up I realize I really don’t want to wake up.
Eventually I do get up and as always first-thing-first I must have coffee.
Tyger shows up full anxiety. She’s on Spring break too. (Here I’d imagined myself getting so much done during this break…) We eat chips and salsa then throw the baskets that once held paper plates like Frisbees into the kitchen. Tyger started it, she takes no regard for the possibility of breaking my mothers glass stuff.
I work on Melancholy Evil Poptart as she watches TV.
Later I put in contacts then makeup and we all meet up at Swanky for a trip to Therapy Cafe. It’s free on Tuesdays and they play EDR. I will admit that I was looking forward to this despite being the designated driver. This is Spring break and it’s the only reason I’m not closing on a Tuesday night.
The universe however decided to vomit on me. This vomit is fluffy white and bitter cold.
My turn came up too soon. I zipped my Buzz Lightyear hoodie up all the way and pulled the hood down over my head. I sang quiet and even started nervously laughing at one point. I was reminded of going to karaoke with my own group of friends. Swanky would always cheer for me and they would all scream support when I started to lose it for sure. Instead I was up there all alone and had to pick it up and salvage the song all by myself. When it was done I only noticed the guy from the table behind us clapping.
So I guess she got fed up and she told him they shouldn’t talk until he moves back. I did my best to play the supportive friend but I’ll admit I’m an awkward animal so don’t expect much comfort from me.
She had all her blankets and long pillow pulled up besides her in that little corner.
“Do you like this cocoon I made,” She asked motioning to what had become of her bed.
“Yeah,” I said. “I feel like this is your nest and your a bird and I’m this lizard from the neighborhood who’s come over to visit. And I guess this must be Florida because there are no lizards in Ohio.” I lift my Styrofoam coffee cup in the air. (This is a gas station coffee cup from the night before that J-Rabbit had left in my car. I decided to keep it and drink it so I didn’t have to wait for the coffee maker in the morning.)
“And this is like an acorn with some morning dew I collected.” And this is all word for word because this conversation had been recorded. I’m going to eventually make a documentary. It’s going to be about me and Swanky growing up, lower class existence and anything that will be fun to look back on. I’ve been recording us off and on for the last two years. My camera is a piece of shit but I feel like the footage so far is really genuine and maybe someday years from now I’ll find a kick-ass film editor to help me complete the project.
“And we’re sitting here talking about this other bird who used to share your nest but now he’s in this tree all the way over there. And your like what the hell, and he’s like sorry and you’re like bullshit.”
She starts to laugh which is good.
“You like this place because you love chaos,” Swanky says to me. I readily agree with her on that.
Stacks and stacks of books tangled throughout a maze of crooked shelves, pathways on an uneven floor with toy and toys and collectable gathering dust over head. Bonnets books is amazing forever to me. I asked him if he had a copy of House of Leaves and he didn’t but we did have a little discussion about it. He might possibly be a hoarder but Bonnets owner is a super cool nice guy.
As we are heading for the door J-Rabbit stops to swoon over a life size leg lamp from A Christmas Story. We proceed to make jokes with the owner about stroking your hand up the leg slowly as you reach for the switch to turn it on. (In the movie the switch is at the base of the lamp.)
HOW
Bus, car, plane, bike, moped, Vespa or magic carpet.
I saw him walk into McDonald’s slowly taking off his motorcycle helmet in slow motion to soft music playing and a light breeze wafting through his hair.
He had a little tray with heart shaped candies on the table and there were flowers in pink water that could have been a new decoration for me or something his mother had out already. Anyway we got to sit at a real table.