Today was a lazy day. I had a bagel and watched about six hours of television before my mother and sister bothered to check-in on me. I had two hilarious conversations — with Z and Ken — where they filled in my blank spots in timeline of what happened last night.
At some point, after a very long shower and a lunch of habanero Vermont cheddar and pita bread, I drove to my father’s office with my mother to get his FedEx shipping account info to send some pieces from my East Coast record collection back to Los Angeles. Then I drove to meet Lindsey and Sam for dinner at Wegmans.
I got there at about 6:45, exactly as I had planned. Just as I was parking in front of the cafe, Lindsey sent me a text message saying “we are here.” I responded by saying that I was parking and would be inside in a minute. When I got there, I looked around briefly before calling to see where they were waiting for me. She said Sam was trying to get a cup of coffee, so I walked over to where I thought the coffee stand was, but they weren’t there. I said I must have missed them. Lindsey asked if I was wearing a green hoodie and glasses. I said yes. She said to come back and meet her at the coffee stand. I told her I thought I was in front of the coffee stand, but she said she didn’t see me. I started to get a little nervous, but I kept going. She said to stand still, because she thought we were both running around looking for each other and just missing each other. I told her I was standing right in front of the coffee stand. She said she didn’t believe me, because she was too. Then she asked if I was next to the pizza stand. I was. She called me a liar. I asked if she was just fucking with me, watching me from above and laughing. She said no. She asked what was behind me. I said it was a buffet table with lots of noodles. She called me a fucking liar again. Then she asked where I really was. I said I was at fucking Wegmans, the one across from Panera Bread off Route-1. She called me a liar again, but then asked what town I was in. I said, “Right off of the Parkway. Woodbridge.” That’s when we realized we were at two different Wegmans. She and Sam had gone to West Windsor, where there is another Wegmans (across from a Panera Bread, with a guy in a green hoodie and glasses walking around!). I felt like a fucking moron, but then I guess we both fucked that one up. We decided to meet up at the Chipotle in North Brunswick.
It was really good to see both those kids. They appeared to be in good spirits, if not a little bit tired. They flew back from Florida just this morning. The burrito was good. There were no hairs in it this time! Following the meal we went to the Starbucks next door so Sam could get some coffee. Then we went back to the couple’s house to play with their puppies, catch up, and watch some television. It was a chill evening. Lindsey started to get tired early, and I started to nod off a little as well. I left, it was raining, and I scurried back up the Parkway to my mom’s place listening to the final hour of The Best Show on WFMU.
Bedtime now. Tomorrow should be more interesting.
