Diet Coke and the Rape Basement

Today my love and I had lunch with her mother and two aunts, they’re in town for a few days.  We hit up the Urban Deli which is one of the best lunch spots going here in Saint John.  I had my favorite, the peanut butter burger fries and a Diet Coke.  I know I know,  it’s diet it has aspartame and all that shit but I love it and I limit myself to one a day.  I usually crack my can (never plastic) of liquid gold in the afternoon when I start to feel sluggish.  It perks me up and it’s oh so cold and bubbly (we call it picky in our house- oh so picky).  I often quote a scene from Family Guy in a highly caffeinated voice, “If you see the green shirt go around 30 times in 5 minutes you get to have a Diet Coke!”

 

 

Lunch was delicious.  The peanut butter sauce snuggled the bacon on my grilled burger before it ran deliciously down my fingers and hands.  So juicy.  We strolled the city market while we waited for our table.  The ladies checked out all the crafts.  These women are serious about their crafts.  They have entire rooms full of fabrics and craft supplies.  They can make anything.  They’re like a team of sewing MacGyvers really.  Afterward they critiqued the crafts which was funny.  “The craftsmanship was NOT worth THAT price.”  Or “That’s not how you make a hat really but..”  We stopped by The Baking Stone which is a little corner spot bakery that offers an array of sweeties.  At 5 ladies deep, two of which PMSing, it wasn’t even discussed.  We just kind of all congregated in front of the glass displays of desserts.  Much like when you were a kid during the Christmas season looking at all the window displays of toys at the mall.  I showed much restraint after having a fight with a pair of zip up capris prior to going out.  I balled them up and tossed them in the closet like “take that evil pants!  You can come back out when you can behave.”  Now, I can’t be sure because I have no corroborating evidence, but I suspect someone has broken into my apartment and switched out all my pants for identical pants only a size smaller.  I settled on one cannoli.  Gotta make it count right?  

 

I was up late blogging last night and out during the day, walking around in the sun so I’m already getting tired.  I started yawning at 5pm.  Starting to have that pain shooting down my neck again.  Ugh.  So sick of wearing Magic Bag scarves all the time.  I do laundry for a neighbor of mine and told him I’d do it tonight which I am now regretting.  Our laundry room is in the basement.  Our building is 140 years old so the basement is dark, cold, dusty and creepy as shit.  It looks like something out of a horror movie actually.  I prefer to do laundry during the day, I refuse to go down there after the sun goes down.  We call it “the rape basement” because it looks like a place that perverts would love with it’s dim light and many dark corners.  “C” says it looks like something out the Saw movies.  I have included photos for your viewing pleasure.

The Rape Basement

I didn’t intend to write a lengthy post today.  It was mainly just to have written something.  Anything.  

 

How was your Monday?

 

Live Humbly, Be Charitable, Live Graciously,

 

Sam

8 thoughts on “Diet Coke and the Rape Basement

  1. Your basement looks like a leisurely walk in the park compared to a handful of places I visited (alone) to photograph. Places such as old hotels, numerous abandoned houses, and even a closed psychiatric hospital. It’s tremendous fun, I suggest you try it.

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