#4/100 It’s yo birthday.
Yesterday was a birthday celebration, hence the late post. It started out with figuring out a recursive code for reversing a list for three hours, then getting surprised with assorted cakes with a candle on a Peet’s coffee K-pod. I slept in until noon, then went for great Korean food, Han Il Kwan in SF. They are the best Korean place in the city, I assure you.
After some soul food true to my blood, I went for a drive to Monterey. In between, there were acres of vast farmland and pumpkin patches in time for Fall. I had to ask myself if it was worth the effort to make an instagram post holding pumpkins… However, when I said a sign that said “PIES,” I did not have to question the reason to pull up. The coffee was $1, and their homemade pumpkin and blueberry pie was probably the best decision I had made in 23 years of a life on this planet. I was so glad to not have stopped at starbucks for a regular mocha and chocholate croissant. I mean, not saying that Starbucks can’t beat a porter-potty kind of junction without hand soap, but it can’t beat freshly baked pie from a berry farm.
Driving back up to the city, I got to appreciate the nightline coming in from Oakland. SF is home. Still wanting to go all out for my birthday, I booked a night movie, DUNE, which had just come out. After a nice shower and a new pair of sweatpants, a blow dry, and some comfortable boots and a wrap coat, I was ready to go. On my way to the theater, I stopped at a corner store and bought a cherry Diet Coke, a Starbucks coffee, oreos, and some cheddar boom chikka pop. I shoved it into my backpack.
I walked into the theater with my waist coat double knotted, and the backpack strap tied tight around my shoulders prepared for some serious late night snacking. I walked out of the theater mesmerized by Timothee Chalamet’s jawline and wanting to pee really bad. I must go for a run tomorrow…but food makes me happy. I mean really, all I wanted to do for my birthday was to eat like a food fighter. It’s my inner identity that always fights the conscience. Sometimes, you just have to turn off the voice that says “no.” Life is too short to worry so much.