kubey town

february 18, 2010

woke up at 8am.

mims told me i look sleepy and should sleep longer.

woke up at 9:30am.

had coffee and breakfast.

mims wants to get out of the house so we decide to go to the coffee bean in los feliz.  while we are there, i see my friend, tammy.  she says hello to my husband, then leans into me and asks, “are you pregnant?”  i smile, thinking, she’s just asking because I’m a newlywed, not because i’m fat.  “not yet,” i say.

i have to make a phone call, so i step outside.  i call back the health insurance company.  this is the third call we’ve had to make since applying.  she starts asking me questions and doesn’t stop for thirty minutes.  by the time i step back inside, i’m frustrated and tired.

we drive to Sapp Coffee Shop and talk about how unfair health insurance is in this country.  how bad it makes you feel to have people questioning you about every minute detail of your medical history.  how unfair it is that we are young and healthy and still unable to get insurance.  how do poor people get insurance?  how does anyone?  we aren’t poor but we are treated like assholes because we freelance.  it’s all very draining.

the lady at Sapp reminds me as always to stir my boat noodles.  we also order nam pok (pork salad,) and mims gets some glass noodles.  i don’t usually eat glass noodles because they look like worms.  i know as i’m eating that i will get heartburn later, but i don’t care because their boat noodles are one of the best things in all of los angeles.

i feel tired and spend the rest of the afternoon/evening writing and watching some tv.  my stomach hurts.  i get an email from a guy who i had a job interview with a week ago.  he tells me that he thinks i’m awesome, but can’t hire me because i’m overqualified.  i start crying.  i go upstairs and crawl into mims’ lap and tell him all about it. 

7:40pm.  Todd and Sona pick us up for dinner.  we go to Palate restaurant in glendale.  we eat cheese, a meat platter, pickled turnips, thai snapper crudo, pork belly and lamb top sirloin.  we drink great wine and end with espresso and chocolate pudding.  it feels like it ends too soon.

we come home and mims puts his head in my lap.  we watch the cat play with wrapping paper.  we go to bed feeling full and crampy.  mims reads his book.  i lay my head on his shoulder, breath in and breath out and fall asleep.