saturdaze, 2.18.23

woke up. went to mcdonald’s to pick up breakfast. saw wendy’s. went to wendy’s to pick up breakfast. came home. ate breakfast. watched girlfriends reruns. exchanged gifts. walked bagel. showered. packed for a night in boston. drove to the city. went to mochinut. took a piss in their restroom. saw a sign over the sink that read ’(if no employee is available, please wash your own hands)’ walked around allston. browsed in a korean/japanese cosmetic store. pulled up to the kimpton marlowe hotel. checked-in. suite didn’t have a jacuzzi. went to front desk. told them the 3d tour on the web said the suite had jacuzzi. manager checked. said it was confusing. got refund for the room. booked a night at the xv. pulled up. checked in. took a nap. got up. black jacket was missing. told valet to pull up the sequoia to look for the jacket. couldn’t find the car keys. found them after 5 minutes. mr. frank went to check. said there was no jacket. called kimpton marlowe. didn’t have the jacket. called home. mom said the jacket was in my room. ubered to bistro du midi. got sat on the second floor. tables were close, like nz cafe. girl to my right was talking about someone having a birthday on april 4th. that’s mom’s birthday. ordered the wagyu beef for an appetizer. absolutely incredible. had mushrooms and chips. ate the ribeye. cooked to perfection. gravy was a bit much, but not too bad overall. ordered chocolate souffle. ubered back to the hotel. took a shower. watched the all-star saturday night highlights. mac mclung went brazy, brazy tonight. laid in the jacuzzi. got out. connected to the sound system. played gbaby radio, vibed, and asked questions.

now writing.

-ratha, 11:58pm, 2.18.23