LoL, what a
day, yesterday :D I wrote some about it in the previous post, but it didn’t end
there. Yesterday was, as said, one of those days, polluted with smiling. :D It
starts with me saying a heartily hello to my former father-in-law, who didn't
recognize me, because he never actually bothered to look at me in the years I
was married to his girly son. Then, for the second time in three days, a man
who is supposed to look at me, didn't. This led to a fully fledged realization,
that under twenty seven odd layers of winter/ski clothes, with a frozen face,
red nose and an ugly wool cap so thick it would stop a bullet, I may in fact be
a) too ugly or b) unrecognizable. Then several people came to see me and the
last of those was a drunken bum who plays the guitar and has long philosophical
debates with anyone who doesn't run away to escape him. He's always avoided me
so far, as I can be quite harsh on hustlers. He paused before me and indicated
with his fingers I should force my mouth in to a grin. I obliged. Then he
ungrinned it and I frowned. The moment later he was about to wink at me and I
winked first. Can't say why, but that was a really fun half a minute spent. My
phone ran out of battery (the frost) and Maja was coming to cheer me up after
the day of sub zero hospitality business. (I mean selling greeting cards, not
prostitution.) While I was waiting for her to deliver organic juices to a Bio
shop down the street (this is still literal, still not prostitution and pull
your mind out of the gutter, will ya?), I pulled all my detective, gossiping and network skills to find out where a guy from earlier will be tonight (I looked at his Facebook page), which was an odd two birds
with one stone, because a few hours earlier a young eager painter invited me to
his opening for the, eh, umpteenth time in the last decade and I always
squirmed out of it. Even though I know how good it feels to have a full room of
people on your opening. Actually I don't, ’cause usually it's just my parents,
my two besties and myself. But anyways. The gallery was just at the end of our
street and so to warm up and pay one guy a polite visit and the other guy an
investigative one, Maja and I headed there early. The first second it was okay.
There were some polite ‘good evenings’ from all the right people and I was
ready to leave, content, having paid a respectful enough compliment to the
author of the art. I even ran into a man who wielded a brand new Canon Mark X
and got into a proffie conversation with him. He invited me to bring my own
card and we can go test drive it sometimes. Once again, that was a completely
photographic invitation, zero flirtation involved. Do people really think I can’t
invite someone over for coffee without wanting to strip them with my teeth??
That’s just the smiling talking! I’m just being hyper flirtations with
costumers so they would buy my cards!! .. And also, I am so tired all the time,
I THINK I have sex every day, I just can’t tell for sure. I may. There’s some
evidence to that effect, I just only remember some restless sleeping, not much
else. Can’t ask the General, because he’s already polishing his guns after I
said I considered asking a guy out for friggin’ coffee at 8 am in a public
place. That man has the jealousy threshold of a nuclear reactor. Anyhoo. On to
the gory stuff. The minutes were passing fine, very pleasant and I wasn’t about
to pass out from fatigue at all!, thawing gently, lungs expanding again, when my
nasal capillaries were so shocked we were actually in a room that wasn’t minus
8, they exploded. I started bleeding like a struck pig and continued to do that
until we left again and stood outside in the winter night for a quarter hour. Maja
continued to supply kiddy hankies and I continued to stuff them up my snout,
tasting blood in my teeth. Ick. Not sexy, by any standards. We missed the movie
we were going to see to begin with, so we roused one another with the prospect
of an Interspar salad, something we both like. Ahh… That was romantic. A mall
cafeteria, cleaning ladies closing it and two dead tired besties slowly,
silently chewing on raw veggies :D It was divine. There was some pain involved,
because I am physically able to shed only some of my layers in a crowded
shopping building and the rest boil me up until my feet ached from heat, but
okay. At that point I was beyond caring that outside I look pale blue and
indoors I look bright cooked purple, with bloody crust in my nose and blood
under my fingernails. I wiped my snout so many times these days it’s half the
size anyways. We made another round for kids slippers for her little ones and
then sat down for a few minutes to have some dessert. I had ‘Threehead’, named
after a God in our old folklore or the mountain named after him, a small but
increasingly delicious sweet with an odd thin crust over it, soft foamy cheese
structure and blueberries or some such inside. It was perfect, except for the
fact that by then, I was almost asleep. Stupid happy, very glad I was out and
enjoying the company immensely, just… zombified. Every debate had to be
carefully started, because I kept losing thread mid sentence :D Mostly I was just
smiling like a fat, fed happy baby. It wasn’t even ten when Maja drove me home,
and I tumbled up the stairs and into my nice, chilly home. I left the butter
outside this morning, which wasn’t wise – I like my butter a bit soft, so you
can actually smear it, so I keep the fridge on only one dash, but left on the
counter it was rock hard and I need to put it back overnight to thaw it. On
that note, the building is almost finished, so they took off the blinds and I
no longer feel like I exist in a very cold, pitch black cave. General was bearishly
sleeping, so I crawled into the nest, an ice cube that I was, kissed and passed
out while he neatly tucked the blankies all around me..
