christmas, christmas, christmas...
...'twas lovely, my friends.
much gifts given & received.
much blossomingJustDance3 addiction...
it is like....1am.
and i was just thinking to mineself.
my thoughts wandered to a story i meant to blog about, but it slipped my mind.
you see, one night in november i wanted hot chocolate...
three friends obliged and went with me.
and as we were leaving the local QT with our beverages in hand,
an old man with a newspaper stopped us.
fact: i like old people.
sometimes, i feel like an old person.
i like the stories they tell...
they often seem quite wise.
and they have perspective.
and they play some fierce uno.
this man at the QT, he told fantastical stories.
i think he said he invented chocolate?
and maybe was friends with warren buffet?
and used to drive a shmancy car?
the details are fuzzy.
but what i remember most is that he talked a lot about money.
about living fancy in a hoity toity part of town.
...i feel like the newsies when i say hoity toity.
now this man lives in an area he considers the slums.
he had disdain.
he was not a fan of the neighborhood.
his greatest pleasure, he told us, were his daily trips to the nicest grocery store in walking distance to get a name-brand cherry pastry-something-or-other.
we must have one of those cherry things, he said.
and you know...
i felt a little sad for him.
i hope when i'm 80 that i'm not looking down on everyone around me, even if i live in "the slums" and don't drive a fancy car or hang with warren buffet.
also, i typed "buffest" at first...
in any case,
if i don't want to be consumed by unimportant things when i'm 80...
...i sure hope i'm not wasting time worrying about them now.
though, the cherry whatever-pastry-he-said didn't sound too shabby.
i could totes be on board for that idea.
what do YOU want to be doing when you're 80?
this will be me...
yellow pants and all, kiddos.