: festival preparation all day; in the music room I help hang artwork; “You can use the ladder,” T. says. Please ask me to do anything. Ladders scare the s*** out of me; the boys snap plastic tabs to a dangling wire; 1-nensei signs about their hobbies, 2-nensei and their geometric 3-D landscapes; 3-nensei with MC Escher inspired dot drawing; catch an episode of Weeds when B. knocks; together we go to soba and then to Japanese class; B., A. and I go to Tlida for a few drinks; B. The Enabler; “One more for the roads.”; on the road I see a new sign; Café Poppers, lit against a concrete wall; we climb the stairs and open to a small bar peopled with construction workers; the walls painted Valentine’s, textured in French number words; a small plate of tempura fishes, seaweed and ika, cheesy popcorn; the owner comes out from behind a curtain, a bag of popcorn stuck to the hem of skirt; “Chotto bikkuri,” she says; she’s nervous; the place just opened, brightly lit, homey; as we leave she hands us a wrapped box, heavy, a present; we thank her, she thanks us; we ride our bikes home.
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