weekend review

(brunch with wonder.)


(at la maestra's aka the mentor's play.)


(intermission @ dogeaters)


(on my walk to get pupusas...had a sudden craving.)


(on my way back from getting the pupusas)


(the pupusas...delicious!)

last week i went to my gyno (dr.) who also happens to be my best friend's mom. i'm not sure if i should proceed with this story being that phonetically, my mention of pupusas may not sound appropriate proceeding talk of my yearly papsmere.

not-so-smooth transitions aside, my sister once mentioned, "is it just me, or does a papsmere procedure feel like they're building a city inside of you?" i think that's an accurate comparison of what it feels like.

in my case, my best friend's mama continued to 'build the city' during my check up. i found it a little awkward (& objectively comedic) as her 'tools' were all up inside of me, she began to ask, "how are your films coming along?"

i uncomfortably reply, "fine!" in a a higher pitched tone.

the doctor continues, "i never see my son anymore! you all must be working hard!"

with a slight tear in my eye, i reply, "uhhh..yah."

the doctor then takes off her gloves, places them in the garbage and says, "all done! we'll call you in a week if there are any irregularities."

just one of many awkward moments for me to put in the books. [sigh]
uh...yah, anyway... pupusas anyone?