Davis Square is one of the most wonderful places on earth. I am growing to love it more and more every day that I have that I get a chance to spend galavanting around. Today was a wonderful day off. It was relaxing but I didn't just lay around. I got a few things accomplished in the meanwhile.
I woke up clueless as to what my first step should be to get started on my day. On a typical day off in Davis Square I make my way to Starbucks first thing in the AM to grab an iced latte and sit in a big comfy chair by the fire place while partially people watching patrons and passers by outside the window and the other part staring at the shamelessly handsome baristo that kinda flirts with me but I can't tell. He is either REALLY good at his job, Bored, or he would like to ask me out. I am thinking it is none of the above and that I am just reading into things as I always do.
But on this day. Starbucks is NOT an option. Well, at least not MY STARBUCKS. MY STARBUCKS in Davis is closed for renovations. No worries all, I have informed them of my request to add more comfy chairs around the fire place, so all will be well, when peace is finally restored upon Davis.
I figured a Chai from Diesel Cafe would serve as a nice substitute and then a breakfast sandwich from the Broken Yolk around the corner would make for a beautiful morning in addition. I placed my order at Broken Yolk but asked if it could be postponed for 20 as I had an errand to run in the Square. I made my way to the shoe cobbler, Art, to inquire about resoling some shoes. My dress shoes would be too expensive, but my cowboy boots are underway. This time next week I'll be stomping my way across the dance floor all over again.
I picked up my chai and made my way home. I had ordered a Bacon, Egg, Tomato, and Chedder on an everything bagel and it was TO DIE FOR! Nothing like a small homecookin' style breakfast joint to get your senses workin' in the AM. I cozied up at home and decided to finally check out what 500 days of Summer was all about. It was all about love.
If I didn't need a reminder. It was an incredibly movie. Zooey D. played herself, the quirky girl that everybody wants but nobody can have, as she always does, which is starting to get on my nerves. In the end I was glad that he wound up with Autumn instead, she was much more pretty than Zooey fo sho.
I packed up my gym bag. Got in a brisk but effective workout and grabbed lunch from Boston Burger Company. I tried their Chicken panini and went with the hostess' suggestion which was a bad idea. It was messy and un-eatable. I was a much bigger fan of my Garlic Parm fries and their house made bleu cheese was just the perfect compliment for dipping.
A buddy that I had been emailing/texting for a while but never met mentioned that he had no plans for the day. I told him I was procrastinating on putting together this Ikea "Thing" that is used to hold all my clothes and he jumped at the opportunity to help out. With his help I finally finished the project. It has been lasting for almost a month because the instructions insist on having TWO people to put it together, and we have so far agreed to disagree.
But it is done now. It is the first night in 3 weeks that I am going to bed without mounds of clothes across my floor. The only thing left to do is switch my TV stand and desk and my room will be all set. Tomorrow night it will be official, I will be sleeping in my "almost there" room.
Hopefully I will make it a matter of weeks/days to hang my pictures so that I at least get a good 6 months or so of them on the wall before the possibility of moving out from this apartment. I really like it here. The location is nice, I would definitely not be opposed to being closer to the square but at this rate I wouldn't mind being here for another year.
I can't believe that it has been two whole years since I moved here. It feels like it has taken a lifetime to finally live in an area that I enjoyed. I have learned a lot about bigger "city" living as far as being willing to compromise your apartment standards, for location, location, location. I wouldn't venture to say that it is what it is cracked up to be, but for the record, their ain't nothing like Davis Square in Charlotte, North Carolina, thats fo sho.
My hips might not lie, but they are hip to be square.
Davis Square, I love you.