In and out of the belljar

I haven't posted since Wednesday since I try not to blog angry/depressed/bored. I just had three cups of coffee in a bar that has occasionally functioning internet so I am PUMPED right now and ready for story-time.

Last night I had Khmer night at the mall. It all happened by accident and was totally awkward but in the end, as I waited for my Khmer coworker Socheata's dad to pick us up outside Paragon mall and remembered the awesome old days of shame train trips to Del Monte Center and middle school nights at Borrones, I had a bit of a moment. After work, Jules the office casanova, Socheata (pretty, young Khmer gal that works with Jules, has two rhinestones on her front teeth) and I piled onto his orange vespa (that's cozy), and headed across the Japanese Friendship Bridge to Snowe's, a darkly lit, bell-filled shack tipping into the river that is my favorite bar in town.

After, Jules and the gf were heading home with take out so I awkwardly asked to be dropped off where I could get a moto home and then awkwardly got let out at Paragon (Thai mall chain) with Socheata and then awkwardly went into the Black Coffee Hut to get pad thai take out and then awkwardly ended up sitting down with her and awkwardly realized she was eating there so awkwardly changed my order to eat-in and awkwardly rambled about how she should go to the Youth Congress something or other in Quebec City cause Canada is awesome, awkward. But it was nice and then her dad came and I got a ride home and maybe a Khmer friend??

Also - custard apple:

This was the moment at CADP however many days ago. I wanted to memorialize it. That's my hunk of custard apple (tastes like an apple flavored spaghetti squash). Those are my toes in my fabulously comfortable Earth Shoes. And I think those are radish plants near my hand. Not exactly food porn, but better than Man Band?

For today, I am looking up.