Mike got to my place about 8:45 and after hugs, we chatted for a bit, then went to The Little Lion for breakfast, which is rapidly becoming one of my least favorite places. For openers, we had to wait almost a half-hour to get our meals, although it wasn't very crowded. I ordered scrambled eggs and sides and specified I wanted the eggs soft. They came not only very un-hot, but about as soft as shoe leather. Also, the coffee came without a saucer (is that a new trend?) or a spoon and I had to ask for one. The dish was set up oddly with this tier: toast on the bottom of the plate, sliced avocado next, and, then the cool and tough egg mess on top. This was surrounded by mediocre chopped potatoes. All in all, double plus un-good.
After, we went to Von's, just a few yards away. I got my supplies for the week and Mike picked up a few things to take back to Ellen's. Unpacked, talked a bit, then we went to The Orchard, so I could show Mike my new home.
Ellen has made arrangements for all four of us to see my actual apartment on Monday, when Carissa will admit us, but I wanted to show Mike the grounds, public rooms, and so on. He was very favorably impressed and I was so pleased when we looked over the balconies to the dining room and several people smiled, waved, and called hi. We went upstairs and saw that my apartment, number 220, already had a mounted card on the door with my name on it:
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I'm so glad we went. I had been apprehensive about the move and wondering if I'd really be happy there. I'm not naive enough to think it'll be idyllic or that every resident will be a soulmate, but Mike's approval and my general feeling of enjoyment made me good.
We stopped at Two Trees for lunch; Mike had a gi-normous Mexican salad and I a Ruben. I always say you can't get a good Reuban on the west coast because all the real, authentic Jews are in Brooklyn and the Bronx and they're the only ones who know how to make them.* However, it wasn't bad and accompanied with a good hazy IPA, it was enjoyable.
We went back to my place and played a ferocious game of gin rummy game, up to 500. Mike won, but I'm highly suspicious that he cheated, because I'm a much better player than he is. My baby boy then left and I'll see him about 11:00 today when he picks me up to go to Ellen's.*
*Okay, okay, there were some in old time Hollywood, but they've mostly faded away--I think.
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