Another Saturday Night...
...and I ain't got nobody.
I just had one of those rare moments of vision about my life. I found myself in my pajamas at my neighborhood grocery store at 10:45 on a Saturday night buying wine and rice pudding. There I stood in my flannel pants, fuzzy jacket, and flip-flops with a bottle of Riesling in one hand and a plastic container of pudding in the other. Oh my god... I'm that character in a bad sitcom about a 30-something spinster that no one likes because she wears glasses and doesn't coif her hair right.
I had just spent the last three hours rearranging the back room of my apartment. The landlord just replaced the flooring due to a recent mouse infestation, and it was on my roommate and me to get our stored boxes out of the way. Last night, we stacked them all in the kitchen. Tonight, I put them all back by myself. I listened to my radio, sometimes singing along loudly and out of tune. I wore gloves. I lifted heavy things and put them back down. It was just like the gym... but with mouse poop. Now, I have a persistent cough that will worry me if it's still around tomorrow.
And then, after showering the yuckiness off, I went out for some fresh air. It's such a lovely night full of stars and crisp ocean breeze, and I intended to take a little walk before going to bed. Instead, I wandered into the neighborhood grocery store. As I entered, a bored looking woman at the cash register told me they were only open for another 15 minutes. I had no idea what I wanted (I'm guessing it was company), so I wandered up and down the aisles. I picked up a few things, read the back, put them back down. Ten more minutes. I sighed deeply and shuffled toward the olive bar. It was already packed up for the night. Ice cream? It was on sale. Oh, but why does Ben and Jerry's only make flavors riddled with chocolate? I'm allergic to chocolate. Another sigh.
Rice pudding seemed like a good alternative until I was standing in line... feeling like an elderly alcoholic. Wine and pudding. Classy.
Truly, I don't feel that old...
Now, I'm off to find a heating pad for my back. I think I might have pulled something.
I just had one of those rare moments of vision about my life. I found myself in my pajamas at my neighborhood grocery store at 10:45 on a Saturday night buying wine and rice pudding. There I stood in my flannel pants, fuzzy jacket, and flip-flops with a bottle of Riesling in one hand and a plastic container of pudding in the other. Oh my god... I'm that character in a bad sitcom about a 30-something spinster that no one likes because she wears glasses and doesn't coif her hair right.
I had just spent the last three hours rearranging the back room of my apartment. The landlord just replaced the flooring due to a recent mouse infestation, and it was on my roommate and me to get our stored boxes out of the way. Last night, we stacked them all in the kitchen. Tonight, I put them all back by myself. I listened to my radio, sometimes singing along loudly and out of tune. I wore gloves. I lifted heavy things and put them back down. It was just like the gym... but with mouse poop. Now, I have a persistent cough that will worry me if it's still around tomorrow.
And then, after showering the yuckiness off, I went out for some fresh air. It's such a lovely night full of stars and crisp ocean breeze, and I intended to take a little walk before going to bed. Instead, I wandered into the neighborhood grocery store. As I entered, a bored looking woman at the cash register told me they were only open for another 15 minutes. I had no idea what I wanted (I'm guessing it was company), so I wandered up and down the aisles. I picked up a few things, read the back, put them back down. Ten more minutes. I sighed deeply and shuffled toward the olive bar. It was already packed up for the night. Ice cream? It was on sale. Oh, but why does Ben and Jerry's only make flavors riddled with chocolate? I'm allergic to chocolate. Another sigh.
Rice pudding seemed like a good alternative until I was standing in line... feeling like an elderly alcoholic. Wine and pudding. Classy.
Truly, I don't feel that old...
Now, I'm off to find a heating pad for my back. I think I might have pulled something.
posted by Bert at 11:04 PM
3 Comments:
Do you like the rice pudding with raisins or with out? I like both personally.
The store stuff is great though I have a recipe that I make with oat milk (soy alternative) that is the biggity bomb.
I once made pancakes at 3am on a Tuesday. Just felt like it.
Mmmm... Tuesday pancakes are my favorite ones.
awwww... remember, you have other friends who are practically always home on saturday nights these days, if u need help moving boxes and drinking wine :-)
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