Today, my lunch-break intention was to work on some freelance illustrations while sitting in the sun. Drawing always tends to make time seem infinitesimally small so these lunch breaks are generally pretty "short." However, as soon as I walked to the circle and sat down in the grass (it was 88 degrees today!), I realized that I forgot a pencil. Damn. I only had pens and markers, which weren't going to serve my purpose. So it was time to improvise. I decided to continue sketching ideas for my tattoo (an imprecise science at this point so pen was more than sufficient). After getting pretty much nowhere and finding that sitting in the grass in a dress was more itchy than comfortable, I decided to get up and go to Starbucks. The pleasantly gay man behind the counter told me I was wearing a "hot dress." I thanked him, got myself a coffee flavored frap, and ventured back outside because there is NEVER available seating in Starbucks. Never. I found The Phillips Collection! I knew it was close but never actually pursued looking for it. I concluded that I'll go visit the art there at some point this week when I'm not holding a drippy Starbucks beverage. I then pulled over in a shady spot to sit on the railing outside The Phillips Collection where another pleasant man yelled out his car window "Looks like you got the best seat in town!" Warm weather makes people friendly—and flirty—and most of all, happy.
When I decided that I was finished with the best seat in town, I strolled toward my office, taking a detour down the lesser-trafficked streets (so as to avoid the excessive honking) and took another side-of-the-road pit stop against a soot-covered brick wall where I finished my frappucino. Then I stumbled upon the used bookstore underneath my office. I try not to look at their sidewalk sales too hard because my "books-to-read" list is way longer than I can handle right now. Buuut, I had some extra time so I decided to peruse. Of course, one of them caught my eye (because I DO judge books by their covers) and I bought it. "The Peculiar Memories of Thomas Penman." It was $2, come on. Apparently it's a rather unconventional coming of age story about a 13 year old boy named Thomas Penman who finds companionship in strange places while pursuing the girl he loves and learning some hard life lessons. I'm pretty excited to read it...once I finish A Feast for Crows (only about 20% left!) and A Dance with Dragons.
Sigh...
