The other day, I was all set and ready to spend a day at my local library. Waking up abnormally early that morning (9 AM is early for summer okay??) I was feeling strangely motivated for a June summer day. I even went as far as bringing my LATIN summer work and downloading a summer reading book before I left the house; I could smell a day of productivity.

The first sign that this day may not turn out as I had planned was when my dad pulled up to the library at 9:30…and the doors were locked. As my dad had to go to work, I was stuck plopped on a bench in front of the library as my classmates were probably tanning on the beach. For a split second, I considered taking out my iPad and listening to my summer reading book, but instead, decided to waste half an hour yelling at my friend over text- the one who told me the wrong opening hours and who said would be at the library at 9 AM with me.

At 10 AM, the library opened, and as the first one in, I was able to grab a study room, a private little conference room where behavior was unmonitored. Soon enough, my friend comes barreling in the library with not her study material but a huge plate of sushi. And not even your typical California roll, but egg sushi. LOVELY. So of course, instead of diligently starting my summer homework, we had a feast and since we all know that studying right after eating is bad for the stomach (gotta love those Asian myths) we talked and played each other in Trivia Crack. For three hours. Eventually we left the study room and found another seat near the windows, where we were actually in public, in order to get at least something done. Within ten minutes of this move, my other library buddy (who usually sleeps until 3 PM) arrives to our table carrying food for a LIGIT PICNIC. She laid out corn on the cob, apples, beaches, berries, grapes, a large container of ice tea- you name it, one by one on the library table. I think there’s a rule called NO EATING OR DRINKING IN THE LIBRARY…. and I was so full from that sushi…but oh well! People were probably shooting us nasty glares as we pigged out and laughed, but everyone’s got to live a little right? (Ok, to make it not sound like we’re rude pigs, we were trying to be discrete).

At one point, I was attempting to cut a peach with a fork, when a toddler and a mother walked up o the chairs behind us. As my sushi friend’s mom and little brother had come to the library and sat in those exact chairs just two days ago, and since this mother-son pair was also Asian, I automatically assumed they were her mom and brother. I went up to him and was super excited because I love my friend’s brother and started being all weird, saying hi in my baby voice and marveling over his cuteness. Then… I offered him my peach because HE WAS LOOKING AT IT (or he was looking at me stab it with a fork) and when he rejected, I OFFERED IT TO HIS (AS I THOUGHT MY FRIEND’S) MOM. My friend who brought the picnic thought I knew these people, and also creepily waved. They looked at me funny and the mom ran off to who know where. My sushi friend looked at me shook her head and got up from her seat next me (jokingly though).

Yeah, that wasn’t her mom and brother. I just offered a stranger food. While having a picnic at the library. #blindpeopleproblems.