That's Wagyu beef. So they said. If you zoom in on the receipt, you will see it was 3:24 p.m. when I sat down with it. What kind of time is that to eat? It's not lunch. It's not dinner. And yet, the place was fairly busy. I'm very traditional in my middle class eating pattern. Lunch somewhere around noon, dinner between five and six. Old habits. I'm not proud of this necessarily. I can envy the nonchalance of people whose meals are not determined by the hands on the clock, people who eat whenever. But, and this is a big but, even though I know of no studies that show eating at regular, middle class times is healthier, I believe it to be. Thusly, eating so late in the afternoon was odd for me--but also exhilarating.
"Look at me!"
It happened by accident. I went to the gym, got home in time for lunch, showered, and then got into a phone conversation with the tenant. It was already getting late when I remembered I had left a shirt that I like at the gym, so I jumped in the car and went to retrieve it. It was two o'clock, so I decided that being close by, I would just go make my daily visit to my mother. By the time I left there, it was three. I had been thinking that I would wait until dinner to eat, but I was really hungry, so. . . are you fascinated yet?
How about this--the day was gorgeous and brilliant. The temperature was a perfect seventy-four, the afternoon light brilliant creating sharp, deep shadows. I was on the Boulevard walking to the burger place when I passed a group of kids from Country Club College. "Hey, man. . . I like your hair," said one of the fellows holding hands with the girl whose legs I was not looking at. It caught me by surprise.
"Uh. . . uh-huh. . . ."
But you know, that is how it has been going of late. I'll give credit to Sky for restoring some tiny bit of confidence. You know how that goes. A little steam in your strut, glide in your stride, etc. Only I, Gargantua, was limping quite noticeably. No matter, I thought. I can make this shit look cool.
I sat at an outdoor table "sol y sombre" in the perfect afternoon, and I was happy. It was like vacationing, really, this break with routine. I was outside my normal. Aaiieee.
When I had finished the $15 burger (which was really good), I thought, "What the hell." Those words exactly, I am pretty sure. And with those words in mind, I crossed the street to the best gelato store in town.
Would I be sorry later? Sure, but I didn't care. Sometimes you just have to go with your gut. Isn't that a saying? I'm sure it is, usually coming as a bit of useless advice. But just at that moment, it made sense in its duality. And so, without hesitation, I went for it.
Back on the sidewalk, my hair glistening like a golden field of wheat in the richness of the late afternoon sun, having been told my hair was cool, I thought "selfie." And sure as shitting, as the old folks say. . . .
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Ha! I just saw this. She must have watched "Stutz"!