"Could you pick up Thai noodles at the store?" she asked while absentmindedly fixing her hair and periodically snapping the panties out of her ass.
She lives on the 3rd floor in an old building with elegantly crumbling plaster and no elevator. I would have to walk six flights and ten blocks. Then there would also be the obligatory chit-chat with the stock boy about semi-obscure bands that had mostly deceased members. Of course, I would have to stare at the cereal, in a daze, for about 5 minutes before making the "mature" decision and buying one with less sugar.
"Is it dire now? Spring Training started today and I just wanted to catch a few innings."
(I was interested in seeing how the new, extra large, clown-car bases affected the game)
"It's just that I'm really craving Thai curry."
She was listening to French Caribbean music which was making me feel euphoric with its bouncy, tropical vibe. En Fuego. The record was horribly scratched so I assumed she picked it up secondhand.
"I understand completely, it's just that I'm taking a sabbatical from your taste buds for about an hour...or a few innings."
I loved her because she was this and that and a million other euphemisms, but the current situation, as Elvis would say, "needs a little less conversation."
Oh yeah, A's beat the Snakes 12-7.
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Mark over at Retro Simba, ever the generous spirit, sent me some more cardboard gems in the mail. What a guy! There were some vintage cards mixed in with some modern-day players-some of which with the 1973 borders. I'm excited to send out the Dick Green (doesn't that sound like the effects of an STD?) to be autographed. There were some Rickeys, Carney Lansfords, Dave Stewarts, Terry Steinbachs, and even a Reggie Jackson KMart card. (Man, I used to love those slushies from KMart.) The 1973 team card that was included is hanging on my wall at this very moment. I love that card.
These cards conjure up so much nostalgia and give me the butterfly feels in my stomach...so thank you, Mark. I will always cherish these little pieces of my past.
