I was bored this evening. Yeah, there was a lot of stuff I could have done around the apartment, but I tend to need external motivation to complete things. Brazier was on call, too, and so wouldn’t be coming home tonight. I decided around 8p to go get some fish tacos from Berry Hill. Their fish tacos, by the way, are the best I’ve had in Houston. They come with a bunch of red cabbage and some kind of sauce that I can’t replicate at home. Yes, they’re fried, but they aren’t as greasy as you might think. In addition, their grilled version is just as tasty. Anyways, Anne and I were going to hang this evening, since she was getting over feeling like a scolded child (she was with the me the whole time), but needed her nails to dry since she had just finished giving herself a manicure. I called Edith up, thinking that she could hang with us at Tapioca Express after I had my tacos.
I ended up having the tacos myself and then going over to Tapioca Express for a tapioca milk tea. If you’ve never had it, tapioca milk tea is a sweet tea beverage originally from Taiwan. It’s pretty self explanatory, tea with milk and tapioca. You might have also heard it called bubble tea. It’s not the tapioca with which most people in the US might be familiar. It’s usually brown from the sugar and liquid in which it is prepared and is about the size of a small gumball. Shortly thereafter, Anne arrived and she ordered an Italian grape soda (She’s non-dairy and hates tea, so what’s a girl to do? If you’re white like her, order the most adventurous drink on the menu, obviously!) We sat at a table outside and I piddled around on the laptop while she practiced embroidery. She’s getting really good. She was practicing a paisley pattern I asked her to embroider on a shirt for me. We looked through some pictures that I had taken months ago at the end of the year banquet and had just downloaded onto my computer. And I learned a little bit more about her swinging friends Tom and Samantha. You never can tell about those quiet ones.
In typical fashion, Edith showed up much later than we knew better to expect. I think Anne and I sat around for a good 15-20 minutes before she showed up. So there we were, the three of us, just sitting around the table. It was familiar. Although we all came to work for the district at the same time, this past year Edith had moved up the ladder and Anne and I were still in the classroom. We used to be real tight, the three of us, but work schedules and duties had separated us. I showed them the pictures from the banquet and we just talked about the goings on. It wasn’t just like yesterday, but it was close enough. With hope, we’ll stay in touch. My first official day at my new school is this Thursday and I won’t be seeing these guys at work for the first time in two years.