Eliz did me the favor of keeping Emily last night so I could go to a movie. Unfortunately, the movie I wanted to see was no longer playing anywhere (just my luck) but Eliz had already made arrangements to take time off from work so I changed my plans.
I decided to take a run downtown and have a nice cup of coffee at Greyfriar’s and maybe poke my head into All Books. I mentioned this to my friend John in Nashville and he drove down and met me for a lovely cup of coffee. All Books was closed so we spent the whole time drinking coffee and talking at the sidewalk table at Greyfriar’s. I do find that in the years that have passed, I have learned better how to take John- he confused the waitress horribly.
It was funny- I haven’t seen John in person in 33 years and yet when I saw him on the street, I recognized him. (I also haven’t seen any pictures since he’s very not into having his picture made.) I didn’t like how much he’d changed- I thought I was prepared for it but I wasn’t- but he still has lovely eyes and he’s still the same madman I knew which is what counts! This aging crap is mean to us all- I hate it.
When I had to go meet the girls to pick Em up, I dropped John by his truck and walked down to the Pickle Barrel… I was going to meet the girls on the roof. And there was a sign on the door that forbade anyone under 21 so I stood out on the sidewalk and waited on them. Which took almost an hour because there was a music and motorcycle festival going on and half the roads downtown where closed.
Emily and I came home and, being hungry, made a pizza which she had with root beer and I had with mojito and she didn’t get to bed until 11pm. And then she didn’t want to sleep in her bed- anywhere but. What’s up with that? I’m afraid I shouted at her about that- by this time I was VERY tired and I wanted to go to bed!