Wednesday June 1 2011

DREAM: Holding a few 100-dollar bills in my hand. It’s nighttime. I’m inside a house that’s trying to be broken into from the back door and the front door. All I can think about is being robbed of my money. There’s a few other people with me that understand the sense of urgency. “Lock the back door! Now!” Someone takes care of that. Meanwhile, I dart to the front door just to make sure its shut and locked. But someone behind it is already shoving it open. I hold my ground pushing as hard as I can, attempting to keep it shut. Even when I lock the deadbolt the intruders find a way to bend the gold bar that holds the deadbolt together.

Waking up at 11:06 a.m.

Breakfast: Everything Bagel with Light Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.

Just another full day at China Wok.

Peaches and Watermelon.

Wesley drops in the restaurant.

“What are you doing on this side of town?” He just finished checking out the junkyards and salvage places in search of bench seats for his fairly new 15-passenger van.

Talking about the heavy traffic and congestion in Virginia Beach, especially in the Hilltop area.

Wesley: “This is the sprawl!”

Lunch: Egg Sandwich: Two Over Medium Eggs on Whole Wheat Bread with Mayonnaise, Tomato, and Avocado. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Driving past that brick built church by I264—my windows down—the church bells are creepily ringing a monophonic melody. I used to be able to hear that at the 1623 house.

Delivering an order in the trailer park by the oceanfront. The customer’s car is covered with Sonic the Hedgehog graphics including all the other characters like Tails, Knuckles, and Super Sonic.

Gulping a Vitamin Water.

A lady called in asking for information on how we mail out China Wok menus. Getting lost in translation asking Ling about it I misinterpret what he’s saying and give the lady contact information for the distribution plant in New Jersey that we order all our soy sauce and duck sauce and other food items from. Cessily, after hearing this, bursts out in laughter. She rarely smiles anyway so this is quite a scene to witness. I didn’t think it was possible for her to laugh at anything.

Pulling through the Border’s parking lot where two girls are walking directly in front of my car. I get kind of annoyed because they seem oblivious. Wait. I recognize that sexy tan back. It’s Margot! And her friend Tory. “Hey baby!” They’re about to get some treats from Dairy Queen. Coincidentally, I already had $3.75 in change readily wrapped in a napkin because I was just about to stop by there to get myself a blizzard. She refuses to take my change and buys me one instead.

In China Wok—it’s kind of slow right now. She points out that her Heath blizzard matches her brown skin and my Oreo blizzard matches my white skin.

She joins me for a delivery to Piper’s Crescent.

Her: “I’m pretty. You’re lucky!” Oh the things that my queen says. But she’s right. Maybe.

Me: “Or…you’re pretty and you’re lucky!”

The jets are cracking open the sky tonight with their consistent noise pollution.

Finally home.

Cooking up my own Chinese style stir-fry dish including an array of fresh vegetables and some of James’s black bean stuff with brown rice and a brown sauce. I call it affectionately, Prince James Bean Stir-Fry. I pack it up in respective to-go boxes and head to the queen’s house.

Watching a True Blood episode while I chow down dinner. Refreshing myself with a Miller High Life.

We…almost have sex. I was encouraging us to do something we’ve never done before, you know, keep things fresh, not that she doesn’t satisfy me or that I’m bored, cause God knows she’s the best, and I did clarify this out loud. She just felt pressured and lost interest. “I’m sorry. It’s not a big deal.” I understand what that’s like. Instead, we strike up a conversation kind of recapping things of the past, but in a constructive light.

Me: “Stop hating. Love more.”

Her: “But I love you.”

Me: “Good. I want you to love everything around me too.”

Back home.

Researching.

Sleep 4:20 a.m.