Sunday, August 31
I got up rested and made myself French toast for breakfast, made an egg mix of organic, free range brown eggs, ground cinnamon and Grand Marnier; I then dipped Ener-G brand Seattle brown loaf bread slices (which is the best gluten-free bread for French toast, as well as toasted cheese sandwiches) in the egg mix and cooked it up in a buttery frying pan. I served this up with sliced organic Gala apples topped with Rivers Edge Chévre, known as The Little Goat Dairy by The River, in Logsden, Oregon. I poured myself a small glass of organic orange juice and enjoyed my quiet morning.
After I ate, I worked on revising my third chapter for my writer’s group. It took me about an hour and a half to do the revisions.
I read for about an hour and then curled up on sofa with my cats and took a nap. It was dark and kind of gloomy out. Occasionally, the sun would break through the sky to make an appearance. It rained hard for about an hour and then was clear again. And it was cool out.
My body was reacting to the weeks of late nights and early alarms, and lack of proper sleep. I welcomed the rest, I gave in to it and fell dreamily asleep surrounded by my soft, snuggly cats. I was feeling a little congested and got a little anxious about it, as I had been clear for almost two months. The last thing I wanted was a return to those weird non-allergic rhinitis symptoms.
When I woke up, three hours had passed. That was crazy. I checked my voicemail messages and hurried to get dressed to meet Kerry downtown to watch a French film at the Living Room Theater, next to the Ace Hotel and Clyde Common. The Living Room Theater has been on my list of things to do, as I love art house films. This venue reminded me of a place I used to love to go to in Dupont Circle in Washington, DC. We bought tickets for a French romantic comedy starring Audrey Tatou, from Amelie and The Davinci Code. It was called Priceless, a charming story about a young woman who only dates wealthy men to ensure she’ll be taken care of. She glitters the screen with her gorgeous haute couture. She meets a handsome young man at the hotel bar, where she’s staying on her birthday, and she mistakes him for a rich guest. He actually works for the hotel. They drink a bunch of cocktails and end up in the hotel master suite, which she thinks is his room. In the morning, she is gone. A year later, she returns with the same older gentleman and runs into the hotel worker again. It’s a great comic play on mistaken identity and then the old story of girl will only date rich not poor men. The best part comes when the young man plays her game and becomes a boy toy to a wealthy much older woman. It’s a fun story and, at times, is quite sad. But there’s a redeeming moment when Audrey Tatou’s character wakes up and realizes what’s really important. It’s fun, it’s light, it’s very French.
After the movie, we made a refreshing and bold move. We didn’t go to one of our typical foodie spots. We headed over to Henry’s and sat at the bar. I was starving. It was happy hour. So, I ordered a medium rare cheeseburger without the bun and a chopped salad with mango and avocado. They have an extensive beer list – probably the largest in town. No gluten-free beer, of course. So, I ordered a pear cider.Kerry and I caught up, as it’s been about two weeks since we’ve hung out. We talked about what we’ve been up to, and then our smug married friends (not saying our married friends are all smug, we’re talking about very specific married friends who happen to be smug), and then our latest bad behavior. I told her about my drinking and facebooking episode a few weeks ago, which was, of course, funny. By 11:15 I was ready to go home.
It was so cold out, it felt like we were being robbed of a decent summer, of a decent Labor Day weekend. It really felt like early spring or late winter out. It was really annoying.