Saying Goodbye

This is a poem. It’s somewhere between a first and second draft. It’s totally bare bones right now. I see a lot where I can flesh it out and add, but I’m not sure what direction I want this poem to go toward just yet, so waiting to figure that out first. The title is also under construction. Not sure if I’m going to keep it the same title later down the road. Cheers, the world is going to publicly view my emotions now.

Saying Goodbye

It was never supposed to begin, but since it did, it was supposed to only be a summer fling.
We spent every single day waking up to each other’s touch.
Every night we had dinner together, walked together, talked together, and fell asleep together.
You spoke to me of promises to visit sooner than later.
You held me purposely,
and kissed me tenderly.
I was beginning to believe I loved you as more than just a temporary casual sex partner.
Why did you speak to me of promises to visit soon?
Why did you worry about if my feet were cold on the overnight bus?
Summer was ending, and we had to go our separate ways.
You cried first, but it ended with us both as blubbering babies.
And I thought I could end it there with both our tears,
but why did you give me the sweetest kiss goodbye on the lips?
You can’t do tears, hugs, and kisses like that if it’s just a summer fling.
I don’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to think.
We’re thousands of miles away now, and will be for a very long period of time.
But I’m still searching for a way to say goodbye.


One Rooster Restaurant & Bar

Hello all!

Last week after work I went to a restaurant with a some friends. We went to this newly opened place called One Rooster. We heard about it because one of my colleague’s brother is a co-owner of the place, and well you know, advertise anywhere and everywhere you can. It’s a Mongolian food and bar restaurant, and I was pretty psyched to check it out.

I don’t know how familiar people are with Mongolian food, but most times Mongolian restaurants have you pile up a bowl of whatever you want, then they’ll cook it then and there in front of you. It’s like Great Khan, a mall fast food joint back in the West Coast; not sure if it’s common here in the East Coast or not. Anyways, so the set up is you grab a bowl, as if you were at a buffet, and you pile this bowl with several choices. First, your main carb: Noodles (various choices) or rice (various choices). Next you can add on whatever and however much veggies you want; they have baby corn, green onions, white onions, green, orange, and yellow peppers, snow peas, broccoli, etc etc. After the veggies, you ladle up the sauce right on top. They’ve got these pre-made sauces for you to choose from. Reading the menu’s description of the sauces prior to walking down the buffet-style line and stock piling your bowl is necessary. Last, you get one more smaller bowl to choose your protein and season it yourself if you’d like. There’s also a special add-on section (quinoa, roti, tortilla, etc alternatives). It’s a really cool concept, and I personally really love Mongolian restaurants.

The biggest pro of this place has got to be the interior design. I love how contemporary it is. I know most times contemporary and modern are used interchangeably, but I feel that modern is now most associated with minimalism. This place was not styled with minimalism. It had good spacing, lots of elbow room and plenty of seating, some nice feng-shui going on, and the lighting was perfect for casual evenings. There’s a sense of a sunset orange colored theme going around the place too, but I didn’t observe that too closely until after we were leaving. Overall, the environment of this place makes me think yes, I would definitely come back and recommend this as a go to joint to hang out and catch up with a group of friends.

The biggest con of this place would be the food. It wasn’t terrible by any means, but it wasn’t delicious either. I’m not Mongolian, but personally I felt that the food tasted like nothing special. It could have been something I botched up on at home and just ate as my lunch for the rest of the week because it wasn’t a terrible botch up. Nothing special, nothing great. The problem with that though is that this restaurant’s draw is the very fact that it’s a Mongolian style restaurant, so we’re walking into the restaurant with some higher than average expectations on the food.

Final outcome? Check it out at least once. I think the vibe of the place is worth it. The portions aren’t bad either if you pile it high. Don’t worry, the food will definitely fit 😉 Just stack vertically.

Two Saturdays before my birthday

Good late morning!

Yesterday after work I went out with a friend/co-worker to Lenox Mall. It was fun. I had some higher expectations of Lenox Mall to be honest, but I also went when it was almost closing hour, so maybe I didn’t get the full experience. I did get this nice pair of pants at Loft for $21 though; I feel like I am awesome for getting such sweet deals. Percentage off times percentage off, brought the price down by like $45. I’m reveling in my shopaholic sweet deals success, hohoho! So, it’s Saturday morning, and you’d think maybe I’d feel pretty amazing after a successful deal like that, but I don’t.
I had a goal to apply for one job last night, I didn’t. It’s been about a week since I said I would start applying to jobs, and I did not do even one application yet. Sure, life happens, you work 9-5, you’ve gotta go home and figure out what to eat, etc etc, but it’s excuses. I found time to watch Netflix and go shopping, why couldn’t I find time to apply for a job?

Anyways, so I get up to have breakfast and figure out how I’m going to be productive for the day. I get downstairs, and see that there are two soups that have been left out overnight, and a new plate of tomato eggs. Why were the soups left out? What the heck, kitchen rules 101, right?! Well, whatever. It’s pretty common to have 98% of the kitchen rules 101 broken. So I eat some tomato eggs, and listen to the wind and watch the sunshine. It’s really great weather recently. Upper 70s with some breeze almost the entire week, today is no exception. As I’m rinsing my bowl post-breakfast, I see through the half-opened slats of the window blinds that the dead leaves rustling around in a circle, because the wind is doing that strange yet common thing where it creates a verrrryy miniature and momentary tornado on the ground. It’s cool. I watch the leaves scurry around, and the moment comes where I’m hit by the question of how well do I even know my friends? I was thinking in particular of one person at that moment, but really it relates to all the people I call my friends.The one friend in particular I was thinking about has been friends with me since 2008 or 2009? It’s been nearly 10 years at this point, but really I do not know who this guy is. What is his favorite food, what are his dreams in more than just one or two over-generalized sentences, what is his guilty ‘sin’, who are his best friends and closest friends? I feel like these are pretty general to know about friends. Favorite food maybe not, because honestly, all my friends love food and we can’t really choose just one, but the rest are things I think should be known as a friend. I know all the answers for some people, maybe half the answers for others, and perhaps none for still some others. It felt a little lonely when I realized I’ve stranded myself from others. I’m an over-thinker though, so maybe I’m just working myself up in the moment.

Well, that’s it really. It’s a freshly baked idea, because literally I was forming these ideas in my mind 30 minutes or less ago, and now it’s all cracked and spilled out here. It feels like a bit like a diary entry, haha; welcome to my heart.

Extra note: A lawn service guy rang the doorbell, and I think he thought I was in high school. The humor in this is just the thing to bring me out of this “Oh, I’m so lonesome” over thinking process. Good day to you all.