b&n

My day continued wondrously. I packed a quick yogurt with granola, dark chocolate, and fruit--a selection of apple, pear, yellow raspberry, blackberry, and banana--all cut up into baby-food sized chunks serving 2 purposes. 1. It forces me to take small little bites and the whole ensemble lasts longer 2. I get a lil'bit o' everything in every bite. Anyway, I took this little meal over to B&N where I met my mom on her lunch break. I didn't know she had a 2 hours lunch day today, but she did. So that was great and we were figuring out my plan for tackling New York and Miami.

Then, as if everything in this day wasn't already making me feel swell, she spots Shela walking by! So Shela is in Naples for only 3 days before she goes back up to Tampa and starts her next semester in MedSchool. So the three of us talked for a while and then my mom went back to work and Shela and I continued talking, walked over to Brio where I got the $2.95 bar menu special and then she dropped me off back home before work.

Work was nothing special. Philbert (black, gay, wears mascara, wants to be a manager and claims to be the head of the hosts, dating hotter/confused/bisexual waiter/busser Chad) is working with me. He wants to indulge about his life and relationship. I let him, even egg him on since it includes someone I know. I had told him a couple days ago too that since his birthday was coming up, I'd bake him something. He wants a red-velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. He told his mom, sister, and other people that I was making him a cake. He gushed about me making this cake and cut sweets out of his diet so he can indulge on Sunday. He insisted that I stay away from anything organic or healthy because it was his moment to be a fat kid. Ah, Philbert. He also told me I'm good at this stuff. That he's going to promote me. That I should really work at the Ritz Carlton sometime (like he did) because I'd be so good at it. I'm so good. So good at handling the floor.

Thank you Philbert. (Thank you Chad that Phil was in a good mood today because if he wouldn't have been, I would probably have strangled you.)

Tomorrow I'm gardening. Shela and Devin are crashing the garden lesson too. I can't wait. Then after that I need to photoshop and get MM space updated so I can forward the link to the IMG man in NY. My photoshopping will probably be less extensive though because Shela is here and I'd rather hang out with her than fix my virtual zits. And I get dosa tomorrow. DOSA!

life is good.