summer stories

[nibot]

Sometime in the last four days I lost my car key--between driving to the Haitian restaurant and trying to drive to my cousin's house. We could have cycled to the Haitian restaurant but drove out of some kind of trepidation for exploring the "bad neighborhood" (aka Jefferson Avenue) for the first time in such an exposed manner. I did cycle to my cousin's house, which was very fine--remember, with the fireflies? (The one White quadrant of town, no one's afraid to cycle there.) Looking for my key, I've begun to call up the area bars. It's not at the Lux, or so they say. I think I could have lost it while lying in the hammock. Last night at dinner, Ross came into the kitchen triumphantly, arms full of Corona. Someone was slicing limes immediately, as if it were some deep-seated reflex that might have even violated causality. It's too hot to do anything else in Rochester. "There's something about the heat and Mexican beer," Ross noted. So we sat on the porch drinking Coronas and fixing my bicycle.

Comments

[nibot.livejournal.com]

hm, i totally forgot about your car!

[tjernobyl.livejournal.com]

Last week I lost all three redundant sets of keys, which is unusual, as I scarcely ever lose even one. They all were found eventually, but it's certainly a week for losing keys.

[probablevacancy.livejournal.com]

Check your friends' pockets.

[nibot.livejournal.com]

I had a locksmith make me a new one. (-:

I think the key was lost in an intoxicated escapade.. hahaha, sound familiar?

[nibot.livejournal.com]

The key was in my roommate's glove compartment.

I must have crazily stashed in there or something on my way to/from a bar with him.

sound familiar?