I then walked along and ran into a homeless man named Gary, he gave me this crooked half smile and then said, "Hello there, you look like an interesting fellow." As do you I replied back and we ended up having a wonderful conversation, I said I was an out of towner hoping to move here and I was just wandering around for the day. He very closely guessed I was from Colorado, and then I told him he was one state off in Utah. He told me all the cool things to do around Harvard campus, some places I should check out while wandering. It was a nice conversation, but at some point we were done, we nodded and I headed on my way.
I went to a medium class restaurant called "Au Bon Pain". It was a weird name for me as it seemed French but yet, since I didn't know French, all I thought was it had the word Pain in it. That intrigued me a little, but also the entire place was packed to the brim. So I decided to give it a chance. As is usually customary for me when it comes to new eateries I tend to get the Chicken Noodle Soup, also I was feeling like having my stomach being settled and there's nothing like Chicken Noodle Soup to calm my achy tummy. I asked for a bread stick as well and then was asked an impossible question. What kind of bread? I froze. Now dear readers, do not misinterpret here, most would think from this question that I have a hard time making choices, I do not. However I am quite ignorant when it comes to types of breads. I had no idea, I knew I didn't want pure wheat, but I didn't know what the other choices were. So I fought back. What are the choices? She froze. Obviously a question she doesn't get that often. She looked at the breads and said, "Uh... Well you know..." She clearly didn't know what to do, so I said, "Just grab one, doesn't matter which one." They grabbed one, and it was good.
When trying to find a seat, I had to do two run throughs before I finally found an empty seat. It was by the window. I sat facing the window and began my soup. I eavesdropped a little cause I'm always interested in hearing proximity conversations. Two girls in their early 20s were telling each other about their lesbian girl friends and how neither of them had seemingly found the right ones. Both were figuring out how to break it off, I couldn't tell whether they would be getting together because they never mentioned anything of the sort, already implied? A man and a woman got into an argument first about whether the song playing in the background was a Bob Dylan song, and then whether or not Bob Dylan was any good. Then a man passed who looked like a in his 40s Bob Dylan. They chuckled as did I. When the conversations died I went to my book and started reading, but shortly after I started reading a dear old lady named Rose came over and asked me if this seat was taken. I said it was not and I'd be delighted if she sat there. We had a very nice conversation, she asked me if I was going to Harvard, I told her I was from out of town hoping to move in, this was my first time at the Au Bon Pain and she then told me how she comes here about 3 times a week for the past 20 or so years, however long it's been open. I told her I was from Utah and she told me she'd never been past New York. She gave me a bite of her sugary treat, I'm still not sure what it was, but it was delicious. We talked for about an hour and then I thought it best for me to be on my way.
When I left the establishment I went in a different direction then I had previously, I found a free books table. I didn't find any I wanted at that moment and continued on. After about 5 blocks who did I run into but Gary! The homeless man from earlier. He gave a hearty belly laugh and said, "You weren't lying when you said you were wandering." He told me about the improv scene in Boston, I told him I was planning on checking it out and finding a group I liked and figuring ways to join them, and he told me he could tell I was one of those types, and if I ever did do a show that I should wander around again and give him an invite and he would come just like that. We talked also on alcohol, he told me about a good bar and I told him I've never drank. He was stunned and then smiled, "Let me guess, you never have the money for it." He laughed. I did too. "It's true" I said, "I never have enough money, and I've always figured alcohol to be an investment. I need a job before that can happen." I could tell he was delighted that I had no steady source of income but yet I was still so high on spirits. He told me I needed to come by and wander around again the next time I came out if I got the job to let him know how I was doing. I promised I would and then we went our separate ways. Shortly after that Darcy said she was on her way, I waited a little while, she arrived and we headed to Katie's place for the start of the third part of a wonderful day.