MMMMMMMMCookies!
I woke up at eight ayem with the taste of salsa still fresh in my mouth. It’s been a while since I had been to my Thursday class at the gym and it was time. The class was far tougher than I ever expected. It shouldn’t have been a surprise since I’ve replaced my daily workout regimen with Parliament lights. I used to smoke Marlboro lights. I switched a couple of years ago. I don’t remember why. I really dig the filters though. I guess cigarettes do taste different, but no matter the brand, after I’ve put out the butt, it still tastes like someone shat in my mouth. I find cigarette preference is a lot like light beer, especially domestic. We carry Bud Light and Miller Lite bottles. Quite often, customers come in asking for Coors Light. I always respond with our other offerings, which often upsets these mavens of flavor. I really want to ask, “What’s the fucking difference between two shitty beers?” I keep quiet in hopes of a dollar tip to put in my jar.
I hustled home to shower, then sped across town so I could be a half-hour early to my writing class. I got my seat on the couch near the air conditioner. Living in Santa Monica, I have very little need for AC. But going East of the 405 requires sitting near a wall unit. The class is pretty cool. There’s a steep learning curve. I’m amazed by my fellow students. A beautiful, blond, forty-something sat next to me. She’s married with three kids. She looks perfectly healthy except for the fact that she has brain cancer. Every person has a story. I hope it all turns out okay for her. I had one stop on my way home at The Shack. I parked on Wilshire and had a star sighting. I’m like any other tourist and can get excited about spotting a celeb. I saw Harrison Ford walking with, what I hope, is his child. I figure at his age, his progeny would be born at voting age.
I was at the Shack because my friend, Dan printed up fliers for the Obama election night party I’m throwing. The Shack is a Philly bar. I heard stories that during Eagles games, regular customers have reserved seats. I half-expected to sit down at the bar and be told to move. Instead, Pat and his wife, Janet, the owners, were super lovely. It was definitely the calm before the storm, as the Philly faithful began to pour in. It would’ve been cool to watch the game there, but I had to get home and bake.
I’m a machine when it comes to baking my cookies. I have three sheet pans which I rotate in and out of the oven, so when I’m done putting the dough on one tray, it’s about time to take another one out. I rarely change the ingredients. I used try different chips: white, milk chocolate, caramel, but for the last five years, it’s been straight up semi-sweet. This time I decided to do half semi and half milk chocolate. A friend came over to grab some for the (R)Octoberfest she’ll be attending this weekend. We both ate one. Then when I was putting them in my tupperware cookie container, one fell in the sink. It didn’t get cooties or anything. I just didn’t want to mix it with the non-sink cookies. My friend said, “I’ll eat it.” Waste not want not. Forty-five minutes later and I was stoned out of my snot. I can’t imagine how hard my friend was tripping. I watched The Office which was hysterical. Wasn’t it? I like to think of myself as the arbiter of comedy, but dear readers, remember, my taste is tinged with THC. I went to bed at around eleven and when my head hit the pillow, all I could think was MMMMMMMMCookies!
