i love hattie's. the building is ancient and they have all of two outlets with which to plug in my (3% battery remaining) computer and utilize their wifi: about 6' above a full booth, or behind the bar. the bartender kindly guided my cord over the wet mat. the only caveat: because my screen is extremely visible to the rest of the patrons from the barstool, i cannot comfortably look at pornography like i'd intended.
work... three clients, one of whom was a repeat. she didn't specifically request me but it was nice to work with someone whom i already know. details from the day: one of the therapists went home sick. i drank a sunkist between clients. one woman had the most beautiful back tattoo i've ever seen. the repeat client was unable to move her neck when she arrived but could when she left. i got an hour-long full-body massage from one of the other practitioners during a lull. she pulled my hair. it made my eyes water. i have an out-to-my-shoulders afro now. i'm going in tomorrow to give an hour massage to someone who specifically requested a female therapist. i don't have to work the ER until 4... what else am i going to do?
the seattle buses have these chirpy "ride right!" signs throughout- the newer ones have speak-bubbles saying things like "wow, that was fast!" and the replying bubble saying "it helps to have your fare ready." the bus that took me here had that sign... and someone had scrawled "that's what she said" beneath the first bubble in ballpoint pen. i'm immature. i laughed. soundtrack: the beau brummels.
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it's been a fucking amazing few months...
the past week:
-sweet potato fries with sunflower pesto aioli. i highly recommend checking them out. they are so choice.
-coming home only long enough to shower and change clothes and feed the cats and retrieve the morning paper, which is still wrapped and unread on my kitchen counter.
-anybody's daughter- the title track.
-dicing various fruits and vegetables in the wee hours. that's my new thing. i stop at the store on the way home and buy things to chop. it's been a fuck-all, ass-cold 'summer', and i am seriously contemplating a completely random ad-lib soupy stew tonight. something dippable.
-camper van beethoven on hattie's hifi. this is the same place that has, on two separate occasions, played can; last time i visited they played big star. "i...was...so...wasted..."
-huge dogs- huge, FLUFFY dogs- horizontally shooting shit out of their anuses.
-edamame hummus with taro chips.
-telling ghost stories.
-rain on skylights.
-double time.
-replacing the red marker for the second time.
-overpriced midcentury furniture.
-the damoclean unease of being truly comfortable.
a fire truck, lights flashing but siren silent, passed my bus on the way home as it sped in the direction of my lair. i thought "well, that figures"... i'm waiting for The Bad Thing. i'm waiting for my parents to fall ill or my house to crumble or my friends to endure something traumatic or my health to fail- i'm waiting for that nefarious *something* to burst my fucking bubble, because i'm not accustomed to life being as fucking lovely as it's been lately.
by stating potential poxes, i childishly keep them at bay.