This is a story about how I met Aubrey.
It was a friday afternoon. I was feeling pretty good from the 24-ounce Coors I drank before leaving my house. I had to go to west hollywood to pick up some computer thing from Mark the coke-head. Nice guy. On my way home I stopped by Amoeba Records and surprisingly enough, I actually found something I was willing to pay for. Two dvd's which effectively doubled my movie library. Waking Life and The Blues Brothers. Two epic films which have changed my life multiple times and will no doubt continue to do so.
I line up for check out, marveling at my role in the line up system they have at this massive media outlet. One of the cashiers waves for my attention and I wave back with the exaggerated posture and clumsy grace of a well-coordinated drunk, such as I am. The girl waving me down is a young asian female with a happy face. I make my way towards her.
"Hi, how are you?" She asks.
I am a bit surprised by this question.
"A little bit drunk." I reply.
"Awww. That’s cute." She says, her smile somehow increasing in magnitude. I am smitten with this response.
She handles my purchase with grace, teasing me about how she can smell the alcohol on my breath. She opens up a small paper bag, withdraws a half-eaten croissant, and bites into it.
"I'd offer you some, but I'm really hungry." she says, holding the last piece in her hand as she talks.
And for one brief moment, I could understand what a female wanted from me, though I cannot put it into words other than to describe what happened. I reached out and grabbed the last bite and shoved it my mouth, smiling. We both laughed as much as we could without drawing too much attention to ourselves. My heart was racing. Here I was sharing a small meal with a stranger in a massive hall of retail. It was a really good croissant.
She started walking my purchase to the metal detector as is the custom there, and when we reached the end she stuffed my bag with free goodies like it was Halloween or something. She had this look on her face that made me feel like a little kid again, in a good way; like I was getting away with something and she was gladly letting me. I asked her name, but I couldn't understand what she said so I started saying what I heard back to her trying to get it right.
"It's on your reciept, figure it out."
That is how I met Aubrey. I haven't seen her since, but I'll see her again.
It was a friday afternoon. I was feeling pretty good from the 24-ounce Coors I drank before leaving my house. I had to go to west hollywood to pick up some computer thing from Mark the coke-head. Nice guy. On my way home I stopped by Amoeba Records and surprisingly enough, I actually found something I was willing to pay for. Two dvd's which effectively doubled my movie library. Waking Life and The Blues Brothers. Two epic films which have changed my life multiple times and will no doubt continue to do so.
I line up for check out, marveling at my role in the line up system they have at this massive media outlet. One of the cashiers waves for my attention and I wave back with the exaggerated posture and clumsy grace of a well-coordinated drunk, such as I am. The girl waving me down is a young asian female with a happy face. I make my way towards her.
"Hi, how are you?" She asks.
I am a bit surprised by this question.
"A little bit drunk." I reply.
"Awww. That’s cute." She says, her smile somehow increasing in magnitude. I am smitten with this response.
She handles my purchase with grace, teasing me about how she can smell the alcohol on my breath. She opens up a small paper bag, withdraws a half-eaten croissant, and bites into it.
"I'd offer you some, but I'm really hungry." she says, holding the last piece in her hand as she talks.
And for one brief moment, I could understand what a female wanted from me, though I cannot put it into words other than to describe what happened. I reached out and grabbed the last bite and shoved it my mouth, smiling. We both laughed as much as we could without drawing too much attention to ourselves. My heart was racing. Here I was sharing a small meal with a stranger in a massive hall of retail. It was a really good croissant.
She started walking my purchase to the metal detector as is the custom there, and when we reached the end she stuffed my bag with free goodies like it was Halloween or something. She had this look on her face that made me feel like a little kid again, in a good way; like I was getting away with something and she was gladly letting me. I asked her name, but I couldn't understand what she said so I started saying what I heard back to her trying to get it right.
"It's on your reciept, figure it out."
That is how I met Aubrey. I haven't seen her since, but I'll see her again.
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9/26/2005 03:31:00 PM
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