Gone to The Museum

On the eighth of July I left at 3, caught a VTA and fell asleep on the CT.  I missed a BART train and at DC my friend suggested we go to a movie.  The Galido/Font location was a problem again and when I got home I started the dryer and posted in the lonely house.  I did some things and spoke to my friend on the phone—she suggested that any other day would not be good for a movie.  I called Box Dog about her bike and then headed to Kabuki.

We bought a ticket and went to Wakara—a fine restaurant.  I told her that I wanted to make a doctor’s and dentist appointment.  She told me that she and the girls had gone to the museum.  She told me about her choices and that her friend had chided her.  The meal was great and we went to see the movie Spy.  I noted that my friend’s roommate was just like Melissa McCarthy.  I caught my friend laughing at the trailers.  When we rode away she was really happy the whole experience.  I was asleep at 1.

On the morning of the day that I wrote this I had a head ache until around 830 and I felt bad about getting up late.  I went to Four Barrel with a friend and she said a lot of things that made me realize that she was changing a lot.  I left her at 16th and caught a BART train to DC.  Some people yelled at me as I rushed to drop the bike off and at CT I discovered that I had to wait 15 minutes for the next train.  I got in at 1145.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.