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Shortly after noon I wake up to the sound of Darren yelling at Devon, something about having a bad attitude all the time and starting shit with Kevin. In the meantime Kevin texted me, "Who wrote faggot on my door?"
Me: "Judging by Darren's yelling I assume it was Devon."
Kevin: "I don't understand why though. It's probably the eggs. Which I paid back. I feel sorry for them both. They're angry and miserable. I'm a fucking rock violinist."
Honey Crunch n Oats with Almond Milk.
Shopping for athletic basketball socks at sporting goods stores. Then, getting groceries at Whole Foods.
Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. Hummus Chips. Honey Green Tea. White Peach.
Catching up on writing.
Ana invited me to be her date to a wedding for a friend of hers, Ashley. We take her car but I drive. It's one of the rare times that I clean up my look. I've got on these semi-bell-bottom black pants with a floral button up long sleeve and a black bow tie I found in the bathroom. On the Dam Neck base right next to the ocean they set up the ceremony to take place under a canopy. While the wedding officiant, whose voice is reminiscent of the Princess Bride priest, directs the ceremony thunder rumbles in the background and a light rain moistens our hearts. They are pronounced and then we gather inside for the reception. Sipping on a Tom Collins and chit chatting with familiar faces at the table. Dinner is served: Salmon, Broccoli, Potatoes, and Bread; along with appetizers. It's inevitable that the wedding deejay would play that Cha-Cha Slide song that gets played at every wedding. Ana pulls me in for it. Even though her period was causing some discomfort she can always be in the mood for dancing.
I end up back home around 11:30 p.m. feeling bloated from all the various drinks and food.
Relaxing and decompressing from all the socializing over the weekend.
Watching The Zero Theorem (2013).
Sleep at 3 a.m.
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