I've Heard Good Things

Good Ol’ Notes from the iPhone (mostly while drinking)

Today was a good day. 

Isn’t it always when things couldn’t be going better that everything f a l l s ? 

Yesterday I had a breakfast burrito at Nick’s Tacos. It’s about the best breakfast burrito you can buy for your money. While waiting in line, the father ahead of me concluded his order. I was zoning in and out but just as he finished up with, “and salsa” his three year old daughter ran up to him. 

“Daddy, Daddy! Not just salsa! Chips and salsa.” 

Last weekend I had a particularly lazy day wandering around Polk street. I tried on new running shoes, but didn’t want to commit to buying anything. I watched a Zumba class that was on going in Lombardi Sports. There were four good looking girls in pink and yellow spandex and one dude, about 38, in cargo shorts, hiking boots and a grey tee. He was not zumba-ing with the group at all. Just sort of dancing in the middle of everyone else to his own beat. Sweating his ass off. 

I honestly don’t think you could pay me enough to do Zumba. Maybe if that guy was there. 

I got home and took a nap. It was going to be 20 minutes, but no one ever takes a 20 minute nap. Show me one person who only takes 20 minute nap. Just one. I kept waking up and checking my phone. Oh, I’ve only slept for 30 minutes? I can give it 15 more. One hour? How about 30 more minutes. Soon it was 5pm. I always feel guilty at about five on Sunday. It’s not until then I realize I let another weekend melt. 

This girl keeps tugging on her long sleeve shirt at the wrist. What is she doing? Is that a magic trick? 

This guy hugged a girl forcefully. He won’t stop apologizing to the girl’s brother once she walks away. “Dude, I am so sorry I hugged your sister so hard.” 

“Dude. I am so sorry.”