I think maybe a lot of people live like this. Moving from one thing to the next without greater purpose. It feels as though I’m not doing anything. Maybe it’s why people have children.
That aside, the week started swimmingly with Sunday night dinner with Fran and Gus and some pasta making.
Had a divine dinner with Marsha at Maximo featuring a delicious salad with bleu cheese vinaigrette, a tuna and kampachi sashimi, and an amazing chicken breast braseado.
Still in hiding due to the presence of our HR manager.
Successfully dragged Fran and Gus to a punk show Saturday night. I’ve been wanting to head out to Multiforo Alicia for awhile now, but it just kept not quite working out and Fran was “in the mood to do something weird”, which I guess this qualified as. This was a surf punk show for their 30th anniversary. And like who can’t get down to some surf punk?!
Venue was killer, it looked a bit like a converted church with a huge vaulted ceiling. There’s a courtyard outfront and a separate building for some of the nicest show bathrooms I’ve seen. The environment was super chill and gave me more confidence to wander up there for a show all by my onesey. It also became kinda apparent that Gus and Fran go to stadium shows as there was some critic of the timing of the lighting with the performance while I was like ‘wow, fancy place, they have monitors’. Kinda somewhere between Dante’s and Wonder Ballroom.
Surf punk is awesome. I don’t know how anyone can not like it. 5 bands and lots of bouncing later, we headed back to Roma and had some late night tacos. Got home, tossed clothes on the floor, and crawled into bed around 3am.
I am not good at sleeping in, so Leo and I got up around 8am, but had a very mellow morning. Later I met up with Fran & Gus for tacos and then we went to a zine release reading & party. It’s the product of a weekly writer’s group that I may be joining. The zine was all deeply personal work, poems, stories,, essays, but my understanding is that the group considers all types of work and offers prompts for writing. It’s a very international group, largely immigrants, but from Venezuela, Taiwan, and the UK, as well as Americans.
I like the diversity of activities. It feels organic to me.
One impact of my flirtation is quite a bit of reflection. Most recently on my growth. Fairly, the crush kinda felt out where I was at post divorce and it got me thinking long after the conversation. Because I do want to be honest and transparent with him and allow him enough of me to make the right decision for him. Most of the time when I think about Mike, I think about us from a long time ago and I mourn the loss of that couple. But it’s like mourning a grandparent. It feels sad, but ok to let go. Sometimes it’s a little harder than other times, but mostly it’s with a gentleness toward the relationship. And I think, when did that switch flip? When did I start to really know, to internalize, that something shifted in that relationship a long time ago and I may have been the last to believe it. Well, me or my ex mother in law.
This feels freeing.
And I think in the end I’m gonna be a gentler person for it. I am both relieved and grateful.
Tacos of the Week: Tacos La Chula
I wanted a t shirt, they were out.
According to Gus, this is a legit old school taqueria. With white tiles, old fridges with 50s coca cola logos displaying soda pop, uniformed staff. And then of course a classic menu, pastor, bistec, suadero, longaniza. I had a couple pastor tacos and the bistec pictured (partially eaten, sorry y’all) below. La Chula has several locations, not all in the super trendy areas and is open 24 hours a day. It’s loud, smoky and inviting with really good tacos.
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