real talk with the check out woman at vons

"Did you find everything alright?"

"Yes, thank you."

"How’s your day?"

"Um… it’s ok. You?"

"Like you - just ok. …What would make your day better?" 

"Wow, uh… you know what? Getting a text from this boy I like." 

"Oh, really? Sure." 

"What would make your day better?" 

"Getting off work early. And not having to come in tomorrow." 

"Oh definitely. For sure." 

"You know what, though? That stuff would fix our days but it wouldn’t fix our lives." 

"Whoa. I mean, yeah, who knows. Well, I hope they let you off early."

"I hope he texts you! Oh - you saved three dollars today with your Vons card." 


I asked what he wanted to be when he grew up. 
He screamed: “A benny!” 
"What’s a benny?" I asked.

"That’s his name," said his mom.

A few weeks late watching this but still, hee! 

weekend notes

Titanic downtown in my white heels. Champagne and a ham sandwich under the carved gold ceiling. When Leo shouted “I’m king of the world!” the whole crowd cheered until we laughed and I nearly burst with appreciation for my city, my species, my dumb luck. 

I didn’t think he’d text me but he did. 

Fourteen miles to our campsite on a Catalina Island mountain ridge. Fruit snacks and buffalo and listening to rain from inside a dark dry tent. 

Emails from old friends, walks in the shade, holding the rich-ass baby I nanny on the first day he learned to smile. A new dress. Clean sheets. Oatmeal in our nightgowns at her kitchen table.

I didn’t think he’d text me but he did. 

This is maybe the most romantic Valentine I’ve ever seen. 

I feel bad that I got angry and threw a tantrum. I’ve always prided myself on patience but I’m running low lately. I feel bad that I was drunk on friendship and said such private things. Girls bond over details but a lady shouldn’t talk about dicks so much. I feel bad in my whole neck, it’s been sore for days and last night I didn’t sleep at all. I feel bad that my parents want to visit and all it makes me think is that I won’t be able to meet you for drinks at midnight. I feel bad that you only ask me to hang out after midnight. But in general I feel pretty good. LA is giving me summer afternoons and unexpected paychecks and your left hip bone at least once a week, and in general I feel pretty good.