A nice Sunday

I drank a bit too much last night and watched "Atomic Cafe" and then some of "The Day After", the full version which I believe I'd not seen, so there were these additional scenes all through.

I woke up at 1 or 2, then went back to bed to sleep some more until 5. I decided I had about $12 in quarters left and I'd go up to 99 Ranch and spend 'em on a bottle of booze and hopefully have enough for a couple of tea eggs.

I rode up there, on the way deciding I'd use my card and buy two bottles of booze, then use some quarters for tea eggs. All went well with the card, booze, and in addition a can of Mr. Brown and a neat tin of tea bags, but by the time I got around to the tea eggs, the bakery stand had closed.

So no tea egg picnic out back. But that was OK because there was an RV parked right by my favorite place under the pine trees.

I wanted to see what all the police and fire equipment was about last night, with quite a bit of street blocked off, so I rode over there. News sites are absolutely poisonous and nothing can be found from them and I don't know any cops, so I wanted to snoop around and look for signs of a fire or something. But there was nothing. I decided to go into the barbecue place there, buy a snack, and ask them since it was right there. This is the third time I've gone into that place and tried to just buy something, and every time they just utterly fuck up. Mainly by looking at me like I'm a potted plant and utterly ignoring me. A toothless homeless hag in there said something about a shooting, and I think that's what had happened since there was no sign of anything else. "Fuck this place though" I said as I walked out.

I decided I'd go full-on trashy and buy something from Weinerschnitzllxyz, and then pick up a beer from TAK. Wiener-shitz-hell had these things called jalapeno poppers which are cheese-filled jalepenos, and I wanted the chili/bacon/ranch one, and the people working there are such tards I had to stamp my foot and yell out "Chili" Bacon! Ranch!" to get them to understand. If I find the patois of the underclass difficult to understand, I wonder if they find me difficult to understand also? In any case, amazingly, they didn't fuck up the order.

I then went over to TAK. I still had ... plenty of quarters,  so I had a very pleasant transaction of quarters, 10 of 'em, for a tall PBR, and they wanted the others so I got $3 in dollar bills also. What nice people.

I decided that maybe I'd have my beer and poppers back at the shop here and headed home. As I passed the park, I thought maybe I'd try having my little picnic there. There were not many people around at all. I set up at a picnic table with my Mr. Brown on the table and my beer down on the seat beside me. For trashy junk food, those poppers were pretty good. A couple were discussing self-cutting hair, and I started to talk with them and the gal came over. She's a retired teacher and the guy's a friend, and they'd done a huge bike ride. It would even be a long ride for me. I told them about my own self-barbering, and to check YouTube for ideas, and so on.

We talked on and on. It got dark, and she (Chris) told me I should watch out because that park has a lot of dangerous people. She said she's had to call the cops a lot, and I told her how I'd called 911 just last night. I said as long as they're there I'll be OK so we talked a bit more (by now I'd shown 'em my beer and gotten a laugh) and I finished my poppers and drank more of the beer. I put my trash away and left the beer, still about half full, for whoever wants it.

She lives in that big Habitrail for yuppies that's alongside the park, and I gave her my number because she's learning the ukulele, and I said we could play music for uke and trumpet. "Oh, I'm just a beginner!" she deferred, and I said I'm fine with beginner music. There are great tunes that are beginner tunes, like Aura Lee. She and her friend Mike and I sang a little, and we parted, I made my crack about the place being a Habitrail for yuppies, and indeed, out front, there were sketchy people hovering around. Imagine paying high rent or a high mortgage to live in something like a pretty boat but one that has sharks hovering all around.

The ride home was uneventful, and there's a thin sliver moon out that's really pretty.

I got back, raised the roll-up door to let the hot air out of the building, and ran around finding the things I need to pack, and that's enough for today because tomorrow's a holiday. Dinner was beef with the 2nd half of the scrounged broccoli and mushrooms and garlic.