caught in a hot dog

So then later on this morning, when I attempted to sleep again after watching the Yuridia DVD, Sakomi calls and wanted to know if I wanted to eat lunch with her. I said sure, and again went back to halfsleep.

After getting up, I got ready and Bancy called because she needed an escort to the mall so she could buy a birthday card for Roomie. We're both weird in that sense; we can't go to public places alone, for the unnecessary fear of something insignificant like people "judging" us.

Usually Sakomi text messages her and they set up a lunch date and Bancy would alert me of their plans to see if I could tag along with both of them. Well the last two weeks, when all that weird energy floated around, not just with me, but apparently with Bancy, Sakomi and I wound up lunching together by ourselves, with the exception of the one with Babysoto.

So today brought me a dilemma because I thought something happened between the two girls and that they weren't speaking because Sakomi just called me and not Bancy. I called Bancy back to tell her I couldn't make it to the mall with her. Then to make some matters wackier, my total indecision kicked in, and at first I suggested eating at Lily Cafe (Chinese-American grub), then Cafe Durango (Mexican-Salvadorean), or since because the sun shown out here in the area where it's most foggy, I suggested somewhere near the Great Highway/Sloat.

So off we went to the Carousel, a burger/hot dog joint, popularized because of its "calling card," the giant head of a dachshund in a chef's hat that looms over Sloat Boulevard. The picture here is the original dachshund, before it fell down. Now they built another head and placed it in the center/divider of the street.

The place only had two women working the whole place, and we waited for a good seven minutes before placing our order because they focused on preparing the previous orders. We got a little antsy because of our limited time away. Eventually they took our order and handed it to us, and we figured we had about fifteen minutes to eat, and about ten to drive back to campus.

Poor Angel was attacked again by bird doo-doo because I parked her under a utility pole. I'll give her a good car wash after work, I just felt bad for her. I hope her "skin" doesn't burn so much from the turd.

We ate our food (I had the Bacon Cheeseburger; it wasn't bad at all) by the beach in the car, and stepped out for a few minutes to enjoy the weather and the view of the Pacific. The timing worked out ok, and Sakomi wasn't late for her class.