Acai, fairies and pancakes. All the good stuff. And how it got ruined.

Langford* and I walked up the street to a fine breakfast in Santa Monica. We shared eggs and pancakes. We sat next to a bunch of people who didn't talk to each other. We argued. At least we have some fire in our relationship! The other people can't even be bothered to communicate anymore. The subject of our dispute? Whose fault was it that I had poured an acai shot over the pancakes and 'ruined' them. Clearly his. The meal is served with this special juice, surely it is meant to be eaten with it. Langford had protested but I was certain that he just had some weird fear of the exotic brazilian berry. I coaxed him with a taste and when he said it was good, I took the action (prompted by his words) of tossing the remainder of the juice over the pancakes- to which Langford responded: "You've ruined them!" We then asked the waiter and manager who was right, but they said some people drink it and some pour it over. They even said one lady drinks the maple syrup shot straight up and pours the acai over her pancakes. Weird. Obviously this woman was from Canada and is in no way an example of a proper person.

Langford and I continued our bickering later in the day. I had been relegated, once again, to the upstairs bedroom, whilst Langford worked with his writing partner George* in the glimmering sunlight of the lounge room. I sat at the small desk I have in the corner of our bedroom and worked on my film audition for tomorrow. Yes, the one about mud. Interesting stuff, my friends. Interesting as in difficult to make sense of. In my frustration to conquer the scene, I then decided I wanted to make my space more comfortable. Perhaps this would help get the creative juices flowing. I did this by retrieving from my bottom drawer, a piece of string with crystals and fairies hanging from it. I then, excitedly, hung it from the door to the window, so that the fairies could hover above my desk as I worked! What an innovative idea. I was so pleased. Until...Langford came upstairs and declared he refused to have fairies in his bedroom! This was depressing news. I argued with him. Surely I can have one silly thing. Apparently not. No Acai, no fairies. What next? Soon I'll have little space for my barbie doll collection and my magic books. Just kidding. I do not have barbie dolls. That would be childish. Fairies probably shouldn't be on the list of items owned by proper people, but I think each person should be allowed one little vice. Fairies as a vice. Hmmm. Does that qualify? Maybe they could allow me just one more.