Bachelor's Apartment

For once D got out of work before 8, which meant we had more time to hang out before we both wanted to pass out. I got there around 7:30. I'm still not sure if eiter of us knew what to do with all that free time. We did the usual, talked about our days, he watched something on the stupid OJ debacle and drank. Then he decided to take a shower.

I decided to use the bathroom before he did, knowing I would regret it if I didn't. Living with three boy and growing up with two brothers I always make sure that there is toilet paper before I go. There wasn't. I looked in the usual places before I had to bother D.

"You're out of toilet paper!"

"Seriously?" He really was perplexed.

"No I'm lying, I just wanted to hold it longer."

He went to all the spots I already checked, then to his closet. I proceeded to look through the kitchenette for any scrap of material that could be used as toilet paper, but came up with nothing. Not even a napkin or a lone tissue.

He lookes helplessly at me.

"How do you have nothing!? Now I'm the one who's perplexed.

We both eye the table full of magazines, and I shake my head and wince.

"I'll have to run and get some." He decided. The night is already flying by, he still needs to shower.

"No, you shower, I'll go get some. Where do I go?"

"Its pretty far." and he names the corners. I grimace. He's right, it is far. I laugh. "Maybe I'll just go steal some from the Taj." I'm referring to the huge fancy hotel around the corner. His eyes light up.

"I dare you!" He yells.

I start to protest. The Taj is nice with a capital N and has big, huge door men.

"Don't be a wuss." He starts with the peer pressure. "C'mon, you can do it."

"I'm not going in there, I look like a bum." I was in jeans and a t-shirt and his flip flops for the long walk. Not former Ritz dress, which is what the Taj used to be.

"Where's your daring!"

"Stop trying to get me to do things I don't want to do!" I laugh.

With that I leave. I first stop at my car. Nothing in there either and I make a mental note to stash a roll in there for the future. I turn the corner and walk past the Taj. I do hate to turn down a challenge, but the Taj was just too much. I couldn't do it. I walked past quickly, eyeing the scary bouncers and turned the corner up Newbury street. I had a plan B.

I was just going to get napkins from the Starbucks. I walk in and immediatley I feel guilty. I grab a bunch of napkins and then buy a water. I AM a wuss. I basically paid 1.89 so I could go to the bathroom. I decided that since I was there I would take advantage of the restroom and real toilet paper. I tried to pry the roll off the holder in the bathroom but it wasn't budgeing. I sit down and look up. I could have sworn there was a light illuminating the cupboard that my eyes fell upon. It was seriously fate. The cupboard, which you could plainly see was typically locked, was wide open and flaunting its contents: about two dozen rolls of toilet paper.

I debated a few seconds before grabbing it and squishing it into my bag. I made my way back to D's and chucked the roll at him.

"You went to the Taj?!" He was very excited.

"No, Starbucks."

"But you stole it?"

"Well technically I bought a water."

"That's great!" He laughs.

"You're a bad influence on me. I'm a good girl!" I protest.

And then he proceeded to prove me wrong.

Smudge

I've been cutting my mornings a little close this whole week. I just haven't been leaving my house at a great time to make the T that I want to. I have to hustle through my seven minute walk and down the endless flights of stairs down to the train platform.

Because I have to hustle, I get hot, and as i descend into the depths of the Porter's Square T stop, I'm definitely "glowing". I HATE it. NO matter what the temperature is, I'm hot and uncomfortable before I get on the T.

Today was no different from every day this week, but today, instead of taking the escalator down, I decided to take the stationary stairs. Its fine going down, I don't think I would ever go up.

I get down the stairs and walk towards the platform. As I'm walking I wipe my face to rid myself of the lovely sheen that has appeared on my face. Then I catch a glimpse of the hand the I used to wipe my face. ALL OVER MY FACE.

My hand was black with dirt and grime. My eyes widen in horror and I immediately drop my head so my hair covers my face an start to panic. I defiantly must have all that dirt over my face, but I don't have a mirror. Maybe it didn't come off on my face, I think desperately and take two dirty fingers and wipe it against my arm. Two black streaks appear and I can only imagine what my face looks like.

Then I remember, because I am hyper prepared, I have face wipes. So I discretely bow take out a wipe, bow my head and precede to wipe off the soot that has covered my face. When I looked at the wipe, it was completely black with a little of my tinted moisturizer thrown in for good measure. I scrub as I hear the train pulling into the station. I feel its the best I can do, shove the wipe in my bag and turn to face the train, figuring I will know if I got it all off by the degree of strange looks I get.

I notice a striped shirt in front of me. "Oh it IS you." The striped shirt exclaimed.

I looked up with relief, eyes wide and frantically shout, "Is my face all black? Is my face all black?"

Thank goodness it was my little brother. We sometimes end up on the same train. He assured me that I had gotten off all of the black, but I couldn't help frequently swiping at my face all the way to Park Street, while helping him do his crossword.

On a different note, I've been in high avoidance mode because I have something going on that I'm not sure if I want to write about, so I haven't been able to write about anything.

It involves D, obviously and its something that may or may not happen and I'm not sure if I still want to go through with it and I'm not sure of my exact reasons for why I may or may not do it.

Strait forward no? Can you see why I'm in avoidane mode?

Detoxing

Nothing too exciting in the life of Kate at this moment.

Just detoxing from the looong weekend. I ate too much and exercised too little, but what's new. Labor Day weekend is when my hometown has their Portuguese Feast which in turn had me eating Malasadas, which is their version of fried dough, but better. I had one the size of my face, almost too hot to hold and covered in sugar. Seriously, I had it Sunday night and I'm still digesting it. Then I went back the next day for cacoila sandwiches, the Portugues version of pulled pork, but again, better. Good lord, once a year, and that's it. I can't really deprive myself of them if its only once a year.

Food consumed also included lobster, 6.99 a lb is nothing to joke about, fresh corn or "truck corn" as we call it, from the local farm and a family style Italian dinner followed by an evening of Greyhound racing.

I hate to admit that I enjoy "going to the dogs", but again, to do it once a year can't be all bad? All in moderation and I won $34 dollars.

Now its back to buisness and hopefully I'll make it to the gym tonight. I was deterred last night by a marathon texting session with D. We should be getting together tomorrow night, but again, all is subject to change.

Fall is approaching and I'm more than happy to see it on the horizon. I even got goose bumps when I went to get lunch today because it was chilly and I didn't have a coat and I've already had my first Pumpkin Latte of the season, and that only cost me 4.25. Sheesh, it might have been my one and only!