Yesterday when I got off work I made my way north to the Spice House, where I indulged myself by buying three jars of seasonings: Spicy Cajun, Taco, and Sunny Paris. I really love just spending time in the store and walking around smelling everything. It’s intoxicating. 

By the time I was finished it was about 5.30. I rang up Andy at work and suggested we go to Las Pinatas for dinner. It was perfect. A half-pitcher of margaritas is just exactly enough for two people. After dinner we hopped a northbound Broadway bus and got off at Barry. I stopped into Intelligentsia and got some beans and then (like we really needed to do this) we went to Reckless. I picked up some used jazz, Serge Chaloff and Stanley Turrentine, at bargain prices and Andy bought the first two seasons of Moonlighting on DVD. Oh boy. Sad to say but I’ve never seen the show. So I guess I’m about to take the plunge. 

We got home a bit after 9 and all of a sudden my body decided it was time to shut down. I got incredibly sleepy. Just lost all will. After listening to a bit of my purchases I went to bed and immediately fell asleep. It was 9.45.

Walking to Las Pinatas I overheard a girl talking on her cell phone. She had obviously just moved here and was talking to a friend back home. This is what she said: “Yeah, it’s more spread out than New York … I’m still not sure about the public transit system but it seems to work … I haven’t started looking for a job yet … There’s so much to do here this summer … The two months of fall are going to be awesome but then there’ll be four months of winter and I’m going to kill myself … And the people here are so nice! Oh my God!”