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On any given day of the week I have to meet with, transport or take care of All The Important People in my life every minute of every day. At least that’s the way it seems. Maybe it’s only every other minute. Anyway, somehow I found myself without obligation this evening.
And so I asked myself out on a date. I was thrilled because, frankly, he thought I’d never ask.
It was good timing, because it was the first real chilly night of the season and a good reason for lasagna which we, being myself and I, thought was the only thing appropriate. So I took a shower, dug out my nifty oxford jacket (the one that makes people ask if I went to OXFORD) and met myself at an Italian joint.
After lasagna, I gave me a call and the three of us (that would be me, myself and I) hung out at the Starbucks. I told myself “Gee, I wish there was a local coffee-shop-cafe-late-night-hangout that was not a Starbucks.” And we nodded in agreement that we should just open one.
I don’t like to drink coffee, but love the smell of it so I asked the cute barista for something minty and chocolaty. Being cute and also helpful he set me up with a peppermint mocha thingy.
Then I sat down and began to doodle and daydream all over a new composition book that I acquired when they were on sale for 29 cents during a back to school sale. And I’m reminded that I like to do so and that I formulate epic plans frequently that the world will probably never know about.
I told myself that I should make 2012 the year of doing All Of The Things. But me gave myself a cockeyed glance and smirked. Knowing that they were thinking of previous ambitious plans and schemes I just shook my head and smiled.
Afterwards, I came back to my place, piled all the pillows on the bed and crashed. I shall have to meet up with them again sometime.