April 25, 2005SaturdayI had planned to clean the apartment on Saturday. I managed to clean my room.Lillian asked if I wanted to go to Costco. Wai was picking her up and driving her to Brooklyn. I thought about my clean room; I thought about a clean apartment. I decided to go to Costco. The store was the typical large warehouse space, but I was unprepared for the escalator leading to a second floor with ceilings as tall as the first. We stayed pretty controlled until we reached the candy aisle. Then Lillian decided she needed butter crunch cookies. She bought a pack. Wai thought about the jumbo tub of jellybeans, then thought better of it. Our eyes grew large with the multi-jumbo packs of everything. I had no room in the apartment for anything; I was along for the ride. After checking out, Lillian shared her cookies. She said now we were friends because she gave us all cookies. We each had two. It was two too many. Wai drove us to Smith Street and we explored some of its shops before deciding to snack at Banania Cafe. Lillian ordered the steak sandwich, Wai the Cuban sandwich. I ordered the pounded chicken with mango salsa. Lillian's sandwich was by far the best. We shared a pitcher of sangria, and finished the meal with tres leches. I couldn't have been happier. After dinner I took the subway home. They were playing poker in Brooklyn, but I had to get back to meet Cherry and Kit. By the time I got home, Cherry had returned to Brooklyn; neither of us had heard from Kit. Kit called around eight. It had taken her 18 hours to fly from London to New York. She fly by way of Cincinnati. There were delays everywhere. She was waiting for the shuttle to New York. She was exhausted. She said she was going to her hotel and to bed. I bid her good night and settled in for a night at home. Outside, it started to rain heavily. Mimi had called earlier to invite me to a movie and asked where I was. I told her I had been in Brooklyn. She said she didn't realize that I was having an outer-borough day. I told her I'd been having a lot of outer-borough days. listening to: david tao, 1997-2003
Posted by eku at April 25, 2005 9:54 AM
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