Berta came back from her trip to the US last night…
Berta came back from her trip to the US last night, bearing Krispy Kreme doughnuts, which she bestowed upon my undeserving self today at lunch. We went to The Mall at the Far Eastern Hotel, and I found a restaurant that served milk to go with the doughnuts, which were frosted cake doughnuts and extremely delicious. My taste buds were having little orgasms the whole time, and no woman has ever managed to give any part of me an orgasm before. Thanks, Berta!
My annual physical exam is tomorrow afternoon, after work. I’m sure they’ll somehow know that I had the doughnuts, and they’ll probably corner me in some little room with the accusation, and I’ll have to sign a statement that I will never do it again, but oh, was it worth it.
Sunday was spent mostly at Juke, the former Jake’s, reading through The Maltese Falcon in the midst of the heavy brunch crowd. I kept having to stifle laughter at the ludicrousness of the situation: everyone around us was having normal conversations, while we were calling each other “dollface” and slapping each other around. Needless to say I don’t have a major part, if any part at all in this thing, although the movie’s one of my all-time favorites. I might be one of the cops. Preferably the Bad Cop in the “Good Cop/Bad Cop” couple, but if we can’t find anyone else, I might end up playing the Schizophrenic Cop.
Afterwards I had dinner at United Mix. The more I go to that place, the more I like it. I like the food, as long as the waitresses get my order right, and I like the relatively quiet, relaxed atmosphere, especially out on the front porch. I also like that it’s just down the street from me, and the people who work there are always friendly. Sure, they get their fair share of pretentious people, but that’s to be expected in that part of town.