I just want to sleep some more but the nerve pain woke me up. Kind of sad. Maybe I can get 1 more hour since I went to bed late? Last night was fun. It was great to get out of the house and get back among the living.
Last night was fun. We had some good sushi in Walnut Creek and it was so great to be out. I tried to ignore the pain and the itchiness and just enjoy. We decided to walk around before the play. Amy was craving a peppermint patty so we went in search of one. We found a new Belgian chocolate store instead. Not a bad trade off since I don't really like peppermint patties. We were like two little kids and before we made any decisions, a man stuck his head into the store and told us he'd be there in a minute. He came in and we told him we hadn't decided so he said he'd wash his hands. I would like him to wash his hands regardless! He was in his 50s and had this great spirit when he tried to push samples on us. I tried a white chocolate truffle, which turned out to be my favorite. It is Belgian chocolate!! We got our chocolate and a laugh from this man who told us he was retired, didn't own the shop and didn't mind giving us samples. We took our $8.42 stash and headed to the theatre. I did notice that I still can't walk real fast ... I hope I can get on the treadmill and go for a walk around the reservoir real soon. With all the chocolate, I can't keep getting wider.
There was something that happened yesterday that was different, apart from being able to leave the house for a few hours (which deserves a huge celebration!). I looked for parking on the street but when I couldn't find any, I decided to park in the garage ... I don't like garages. When I drove in, I gave the guy $20 and when he gave my $18 in change, he told me that I had to get my car out before 3 am. I laughed and told him I'd be gone way before then. He said: "you never know." I agreed. I parked my car and then took the stairs down when I saw hi again. He smiled (he was young and tall but worked in a parking garage) and said, "hey maybe you'll meet a tall basketball coach tonight. Just remember that we close at 3 am." I laughed (again) and told him that it was highly unlikely. I walked to the sushi restaurant with a big smile on my face, passed Massimo Ristorante, where I had my last lousy dating dinner, and laughed about that too. After the chocolate spree, Amy and I passed by the garage on the way to the theatre and there he was again, smiling at me.
The play was funny. It's called How the Other Half Loves and is written by Alan Ayckbourn, the play explores the comic aspects of infidelity in marriage. The cleverness of the script resides in the concept of dividing the stage as through a prism, showing parts of two houses, one upper crust and the other lower middle. The result is showing two households at once where the wife from one couple and the husband from another deceive their spouses of their affair by using a third couple, who are then inadvertently drawn into the deception during two separate, though concurrently staged dinner parties.
How ironic for the two divorced women. And this is the subscription she had with her ex and she got in the divorce (and so did I!). So far, I have gotten shit and shingles from my divorce so it's nice to live through someone else (especially, my best friend).
It was long and it was hard for me to sit still but I tried my best to jump into the stage and the story and ignore the stabbing and irritating spasms. I couldn't wait to get home and get all these clothes off so my skin could breath! I said my goodbyes and went to my car. The garage is bizarre; it's as though you are driving on the wrong side in London. I looked at the 2 booths and decided the one on the left would be faster. I got my ticket ready and there was this guy again. I said, "see it's way before 3 am and there is no coach here." He smiled asked me if I was single and then told me to wait. He said, "I had this ready in case you came through." He handed me a business card and asked me to call him. Boy, that was so cool. I felt 16 again that even though I had shingles, someone connected with me. I have to be honest, I haven't looked at the card yet. I was too busy smiling. I forgot it in my car and will look at it when I head out in an hour ...
I now realize that I am responsible for my own joy and that it comes from very different sources than what I grew up believing. The last 5 years have been an amazing journey of letting go of past beliefs and realizing that my happiness does not come solely from another person or my possessions. Our society is obsessed with things that are new. Beginnings tend to be celebrated more than anniversaries. The new iphone is a great example of this obsession. People lining up days before and getting a ton of media coverage because of a new toy on the market. 
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