i ran out of the house to get errands done, situating myself near the skytrain so i could easily jump on and meet up with s. and avoid the debacle of last week (when i was still on the skytrain when i was meant to be there.)
today, i was left with a handful of time and a complete lack of window shopping desire. if i ventured into a shop it was to get in out of the wind. after i had trod a few times over the same stretch of cement i decided to set awhile. glorious as the day is, there's only so much bluster i could take as witnessed by the sub-zero feel of my hands and fingers.
so now i am sitting in the end, on one of the tall seats in the window with the sun blaring in on me and i'm squinting against the sun i just came out of. the server has shown up and calling me hon, which i find annoying. he's a bit of a throwback–could swear i dated a guy sporting his kinda hair some 15 years ago or so, (actually, to be more accurate, he looks like some of the guys from my highschool days). my guinness in a bottle arrived as a winter ale in a glass, and my sanger–a club–was ordered minus the 3rd piece o' bread, it came with. a little playing with my food solved that, and when he came over to ask me how my food was tasting, i didn't have the heart to point out his dereliction. really, i shouldn't be in here swilling beer or noshing on over priced food, but i am. part of me does not want to succumb entirely to my current status.