magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Last night, after painting for a significant portion of the day, I called Chris to see what was up. 'Not much,' he said. 'I was going to call some people. I'll call you back in a little while if there is anything going on and I don't just fall back to sleep.' And then of course I didn't hear from him.

A few minutes shy of two (which was really three) he called back. 'Did I wake you up?' he asked.

'No, but I was planning on going to bed pretty soon, since we loose an hour tonight.'

'Shit. That's tonight? Well then I suppose you should just go to bed. I'm sorry I didn't call back earlier.'

'No you're not.' I'm grateful that he's my friend, and he'd totally be there for big things, but I've come to realize that I can't count on him for trivial day-to-day sorts of things. And I guess I'm okay with that.

After hanging up I sent him a text message:

so i know there's probably no chance that you'll actually be awake, but if for some reason you are and want to get brunch at life tomorrow, call me.

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Even with the lost hour I managed to net about eight hours of sleep, which is better than I've done in a while. This meant not getting up until after one.

I showered, dressed, began Photoshopping some pix from sushi night. And Chris actually called. 'Have you eaten? Do you still want to go to Life?'

Brunch is all about the cup of coffee in one hand and the mimosa in the other. Leisurely conversation. Checking out the hot girls with hangovers.

Then he was off to work and I headed home to finish painting the wall. And it's fucking hot. Although you really should come over and see it for yourself.