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It's late in the night. Darren and I just finished attending some popular social event in town; it might've been a concert. While hanging around outside two 20-story hotel or apartment buildings Katy Perry walks by in route to her hotel room. I'm not nervous, as one would be around a celebrity, maybe because I've already met her in waking life. We approach her and start small talking. She doesn't seem to be preoccupied with anything.
I ask, "Do you want to hang out with us? We're watching Nickelodeon re-runs!"
There is a TV nearby that's showing some weird Egyptian doc filmed by kids.
"I got nothing else to do," she says.
I request a photo, "Can I get a photo of you and I?"
Katy: "Yeah sure!"
Me: "You probably get that all the time. Sorry for being predictable."
I'm having trouble snapping the picture on my phone so I get Darren to take it with his. We all keep watching the tube. Lying down I start getting close to Katy and wrap my arms around her, sometimes holding hands. She returns the affection. The feel of her body is different than I would imagine; her legs are shaped awkwardly and her hips are a bit wide – not to mention she's bigger than me. But none of this matters. It seems very natural and normal but from an outsider's perspective it could seem surreal that I'm cuddling with Katy Perry.
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Alarm goes off at 11:30 a.m. but I can't build up enough courage to rise. Around noon I do.
Marley Coffee Raw Protein Drink with Banana and Almond Milk.
Buying a new lesson book from Music & Arts, then dropping by the Salvation Army thrift store off Lynnhaven.
As soon as I get home to grill my usual PB&J Kevin is already in the kitchen toasting his own.
"Is it Peanut Butter Jelly time?!" he asks.
Me: "Dammit, Kevin! How is it that you and I are always in the kitchen at the same time?"
It's seriously like women who live together getting their periods at the same time.
Lessons at Music Makers.
Snacking on a Navel Orange with Greek Yogurt.
Driving over to Jackie's to give her a 45-minute lesson. I come up with a constructive technique today for the adult students: having them play the major scales blind creating a focus on the fingers and removing all visual distractions. It truly works.
It's just before 8 p.m. after all my lessons are done and I barely have time to exercise. I go to the Great Neck Rec for a quick workout and throw the basketball around for cardio.
Back home. Preparing dinner for Ana and I: Baked Tilapia with Broccoli, Carrots, Red Peppers, and Sprouted California Rice (Dark Chocolate later on). I put on Richard Linklater's Boyhood (2014), a 2 hour and 45 minute film. I stop it in the middle cause I know Ana wouldn't want to get through such a long movie in one sitting. I feel the same way I suppose. It's an incredible piece of cinema.
Somewhere along in the night Kevin entertains us with his ridiculous skin-tight long johns and bulky black shoes. He's such an adorable clown.
Meanwhile, we catch Ana secretly snacking on chocolate chips by her pantry in the corner.
I playfully give her a hard time about it, "What are you doing over there?!"
Ana: "Don't worry about it!"
Me: "I caught you secretly snacking!"
Ana: "Oh my God!"
Later on upstairs in her bedroom we lie down near the foot of the bed – recapping ideas and frustrations about life. Talking about how problems and relationships exist only in our minds. They're not a tangible experience – only created by us in our heads. But that doesn't make it any less real. It just goes to show you the power of the human mind.
Me: "When I leave the house and you're home. You can still think about me cause we have this relationship. It's kind of like teleportation. We're always connected in that way."
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She puts on her slippers and starts to go downstairs.
Me: "Where are you going?"
Ana: "Don't worry about it!"
I follow her and discover she's headed to her pantry to retrieve her chocolate chips again.
Me: "Are you serious? You're getting more chocolate?"
I try to pull her away – we wrestle back and forth as our slippers slide across the floor.
Me: "You have a chocolate problem, Ana."
Ana: "No I don't!"
It's all in good fun. I can't stop laughing as she stays determined and focused on grabbing the bag of chocolate at any cost. But I successfully keep her away.
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She's been extremely grumpy tonight and she admits it. There's no obvious explanation why.
"I feel so disconnected...from everyone," she explains.
Me: "Yeah, I can feel that."
It's just so late at this point you can blame any feelings of discomfort and confusion on the ungodly hour.
After taking care of a few chores I join her in bed at 3:45 a.m.
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