mmm. just woke up from a nap. got up today around 1030ish, and realized that i was late, late for a very important date. oh well. the time wasn't really set in stone, so whatever, right? shower. put on clothes. brush teeth. call
rose. she later told me that her mom thought i was some
guy that she talked to a lot, and so her mom told me that she was asleep. when i told her that i was patrick, she said, "hold on, let me see if i can wake her up." and then she told rose, "pretend you were asleep..."
drive down to rose's place. i decided to take a different route than what she told me, but i couldn't find the west bellfort exit on beltway 8 east. that's cuz there is none. ^_^;; rose's neighborhood is so...quaint? it's the kind of place that welcomes you home after you've been away. i was hoping to catch a glimpse of ken or fred or ann, but they weren't anywhere to be seen. i haven't seen my little kiddies for so long...
drive to mars music, buy some soft picks. drive to leo's place. i still haven't gotten the hang of bellaire yet. i could get lost so easily there, and then probably get bitched at by its mean-as-hell police. wait downstairs for leo as he put on his makeup. talk to his mom (she's so cool!). rose introduced me to bryan's jacket. it does smell good! all the time, my phone was ringing off the hook. robert was calling. we wanted to meet him at suhzi's tea house, but he didn't know where it was. we wanted to meet him at xiao mei's, but he didn't know where it was. we wanted to meet him at santong snacks, but it was packed. so we met him in the parking lot and drove to tan tan. mmm, good food.
finish eating. go back to the car and listen to rose play guitar. rose and i agreed that if i brought my guitar, we'd both play for everyone else. we didn't stay long in the tan tan parking lot; that place is scary. drop robert back off at his car; he had to get to volleyball. park in the diho parking lot, sit on the trunk and pull out the guitar. rose plays so many songs and sings so well, i'm put to shame. leo just sat around, not even singing most the time! *sigh* some guys.... an elderly couple parked next to us and stopped a while to listened to us play and sing. we sang a few oldies for them, like five hundred miles and today. they liked us! they complimented us on our music! it felt good.
drive back to bellaire, to starbucks. buy a grande decaf chocolate brownie mocha frappucchino no whip. the guy at the counter couldn't keep up! i thought all starbucks register people were supposed to be sharp of wit. oh well. add too much nutmeg. sit about and talk. send leo home. go to walgreens and sit on the trunk of my car. rose taught me to play hang by matchbox twenty. i still need to listen to the song so i can get the strum pattern. send rose home. and drive home, listening to newly burned cds.
what will tonight bring? maybe i can hold back time by sitting at my dad's computer, typing away. i dread to find out....
