I woke up rather early, at 8:30 AM. It was really cold, so I had a hot shower, threw on some warm clothes and went downstairs to have breakfast.
After some granola and yogurt I grabbed my purse and left the house. Three blocks later I was at Starbucks getting a tall extra-bold House Blend. I thanked the guy that always serves me at Saturdays (and who always asks how to spell my name before writing it on the cup, for which I'm thankful for), and came back home to enjoy my coffee with my siblings and my dad.
Dad was going to have new glasses made, so he asked me if I wanted a ride. We went together to the eye-wear store. It took a while, but it was fun, and the guy kindly fixed my glasses (which were astray after I accidentally stepped on them) and offered me more coffee (which I unwillingly declined) and cold water (which I happily accepted).
It was around noon when we left the store, so dad and I decided to have lunch together at a great Indian-vegetarian place nearby. The food there is excellent, healthy, and cheap. I love it. I had an amazing time with him, and, after some conversation, I told him of my desire to come and see him more often, every fortnight or so, which he was pleased to hear, adding it was possible, and that we could work it out.
Dad left me. I then received a beautiful e-mail, and made an even better phone call.
Big smile on my face, I walked to my favourite bookstore to buy a present for my stepmum, some Law-related books, and feed my addictions (which, at the moment, can all be summed up in the person of Neil Gaiman). From there on, I walked the streets nearby, remembering when I used to live in that neighborhood. Nowadays it feels like it was a lifetime ago. And, who knows, maybe it really was.
Alfajores, new shoes, books, one DVD, two car-toys, and a bunch of bags later I walked back to the bookstore, where I met
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We later ran into some friends from Rio, who said they were going to the Metric concert.
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A cab ride and we were at the park. We got to the show a bit late, but it was amazing. I had never listened to Metric before, and I have to say it was a great surprise.
An hour and a half later we left the park. Half an hour after that we got to the bar where
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The concert was bloody fanTAStic (insert the Ninth Doctor's intonation here). I mean, I had no idea they were this great! Just... no idea. I knew Lian was really talented, but I had never really seeing her in action. She sang marvelously, and even dedicated a song to me ("Miss Celie's Blues (Sister)"), which was the cherry on top of the whole thing.
Later, I got home. More amazing conversations, this time on MSN. My night couldn't have ended on a better tone.
As I laid down on my bed in my PJs and under three layers of blankets I couldn't help but think that all was well. And, hell, it is.
Note to self: must stop moping around. It's boring, and quite retarded. Grow up.
- Room 101:Paper Street, City of Blinding Lights.
- Seashell Radio:Precious Illusions, by Alanis Morissette.