walk walk

i went for a walk today (or yesterday, since it's past midnight). according to google maps it was about 10 miles total—with two sizable breaks.

part 1:
my roommate wanted to go out for some grub and i decided to tag along. as luck would have it, the used jeep he bought yesterday refused to start. having sat around all day—and feeling extremely tired for having done nothing—i was determined to leave the house for a bit. so i set out on foot. i crossed university parkway, and with walmart sinking out of view behind me i headed north on an oddly charming street with a rather sterile name—400 west.

if i had to choose one word to describe the street, it would be personality. this is no cookie-cutter neighborhood (at least not until you get north of center street). it was as if each plot of land was a large-scale caricature of its owner. some flashy, some plain. some private, some open. some lush, some barren. i passed by a peach orchard, and at the end of it there was a young girl yelling "peaches! we got peaches and nectarines!" ("nectarines" sounded like "ice cream" from far away, and i was a bit disappointed when that became clear). i bought a peach for 50 cents. it was quite good—not the most flavorful peach, but it had a good, crisp consistent texture. there's something wonderful about the unplanned roadside purchase of a piece of fruit. 400 west lost the diversity of personality a few blocks later, but i took my time with the peach and hardly noticed the loss.

part 2:
i met up with a friend for coffee at the end of my 400 west walk. we took the bus down to starbucks, sipped our designer drinks, and tried to talk of happy things (which can be hard in utah valley). we missed the last bus by 10 minutes, so we had to walk back. our path took us north on 400 east. i'm not sure how 400 east and 400 west compare visually—good conversation and low light made such observation impossible. we talked. it was nice. i have far too many inane conversations, so 400 east was refreshing.

part 3:
after hanging out for a few minutes, i headed out once more. i retraced my steps along 400 west, now dark and deserted. with little visual stimuli and no desire to entertain an hour of inner monologue, i sang some shibuya-kei classics by pizzicato five and capsule all the way home—a good way to wrap up the night:

三月のある日曇り空のお昼すぎ
レコード買いに二人きりでドライブ
あっあっあっあっ
サングラスかけたキミは僕のドライバー
黒い皮の手袋よくにあう
バックシートで僕はいつも酔っぱらっている
風に吹かれてすごくfeelin' groovy
グルービーな音楽が聞こえたら
僕の baby baby driver
僕の baby baby driver
スピードあげて！

pizzicato five, mini cooper