Sometimes, my desire for novelty trumps all else. It is an all-too-frequent problem of mine that I will end up somewhere disappointing, just because I wanted to try something new. Phin Coffee was good. It was actually kind of perfect. But we’d been there, done that, so I suggested we try Coffee 11, on the other side of the river. When we got there, the door was just a crack open, so we peeked inside. The lights were off, but the owner took our orders. You could tell from the coffees that her heart wasn’t in it, though. It was like she wanted to be closed for Tết, but still wanted to make a bit of money. We sipped our lackluster coffee drinks on a bench looking out at the river and wrote.
When we got hungry, we strolled along the river’s western bank to the Anantara Resort’s restaurant, Artspace. Indoors, it had a number of art pieces and photographs from local artists, but we chose to sit on its patio and enjoy the clement weather. We stayed here for maybe 4 hours, slowly working our way through a wagyu burger, a half-pepperoni/half-carbonara pizza and a few cold, craft beers. We talked about our families, our friends, our failures, and our future together. We basked in the sun and the fortunate circumstances that allowed us to come to this instant of our lives. I was happy. Aaron was happy. It was the stuff that honeymoons are made of.
After lunch, we realized our debit card was missing. This was the second card we have lost since coming here. Aaron and I are a lot of things, but attentive is not one of them. We would both lose our minds if they weren’t in our skulls (and, in fact, we frequently manage to lose them despite this). So, we panicked a bit–we split up, checked our tracks, called everywhere we went. No dice.
On top of the loss of our main way of withdrawing cash, we were also contending with a finger infection. Aaron had a particularly nasty and painful paronychia that would not be ignored. Couple this with the usual tummy issues and the fact that he was in charge of the credit cards, and he was a pretty miserable guy. I picked up some Indian takeout and we finished our re-watch binge of Rick and Morty. We stayed in, figured out what to do about our card, and decided to start over fresh with life the next day.
Hanoimoon 