Park, Art and Museums

I woke up yesterday worrying about the arrival of Eddie's visitors. I wanted to get out of the house as fast I can just to avoid them. So I had it all planned out. I would go to the library, read my books and study. I went downstairs at 11:30am, and Eddie had just left rather coldly, not even any of his usual "see you later" kisses. I went back upstairs and I took a shower, got ready at my normal pace. I was relieved as soon as I drove past our neighborhood.

On the way to the library, I was pondering about what the avoidance was for. I guess in the end it all roots down from my being shy and me not being comfortable in my own skin. Or perhaps, once again, I have fallen into a mind trap, that I have been a victim of the world I see. I called my parents on the phone just to distract my noisy mind. I called my mom first, then my dad, and asked him for some change. He unselfishly deposited $20 on my account for gas money. Then I called Eric, who I ended up having a long conversation with. We talked for half an hour or so. We talked as I sat in a parking lot in front of the library, and as the conversation deepens and lengthens, I drove, while still talking on the phone, from the library to the bookstore. The conversation was about me wanting to move in with him in San Francisco. I am not certain how truthful I was, but everybody exaggerates at the spur of the moment- I felt that Eddie distanced from me because of our recent confrontations.

I called Abby last, knowing that we had plans on hanging out today for it was his day off. I had abandoned my studying again. I went to pick up Abby and encountered heavy county fair traffic. It added fifteen minutes of the normal travel time. Thank god Abby knew some other way to the freeway that was less populated.

We went to Hash House A Gogo only find out they were closed on mid-day from 2pm-5:30pm. We ended up eating at the Mediterranean restaurant, Pasha. The lady who served as was very nice and polite. I assumed she was the new manager/owner of the small restaurant. I ordered two baklava deserts to-go after the wonderful dinner.

We decided to go to Balboa Park after, and ended up having such a magnificent time. We explored the park and its vicinity. We roamed the museums- we did not get to go inside in one for they were all closed by the time we got there at 5:30pm. But we still had the greatest time walking around what seemed like so foreign to us. We have not gone there before, and we were but thrilled to have discovered such nice architectural buildings, a cutesy small kid's Spanish town, an absurdly wide tree, and to have heard group of boys playing Mexican folk songs with their different instruments, and above all to the new experience.

We rode with the top down on the way home. We watched Big Fish, and the finale of the Housewives of New Jersey. When Eddie got home from work, we three played Mario Karts. At 2am, I dropped Abby home. And when I came back, I played Mario Karts until 4:30am, and I was hooked with racing with the offroader.