Post date: Aug 16, 2016 1:9:36 PM
As I left my apartment, “Happy Birthday to You” was sung (to Ryan? or Brian? Bryan) in another apartment. Marty was at the curb and looked right at me only to determine who was walking out and then turned his back to me as I passed. Attractive and even friendly but not spectacular men at FD and on my walks thereto and therefrom, including man who greeted me in response to my greeting him and short, fit, familiar man seen reaching for high shelf. Also, as I entered, a man placed his hand on my arm in an unthreatening way as he passed me in the produce section. Much fruit (blueberries, mango slices, mixed fruit cup), as well as rocky‐road ice cream and sweetened yoqurt, in preparation for usual massive cheat day. (No photos.)
NYBD. {Carlin away. Back area emptied; we had access to the whole room. A’ny humping couch. Creative Mad Lib game answers at least some of which I should have written down at the time. Young Kazon of course unfamiliar with many pop culture references. Unusual foods: rambutan, tamarind(?) candies etc.}
Three two‐dollar specialty slices from DF, one with big mushroom slices, one with chicken pieces and one with bacon and barbecue sauce.
Commentary
– It feels like just yesterday you could walk from “South America” to “Africa.” (14 Aug.)
– I can’t think of anything silly or snarky to say that wasn’t already said above, so I’ll just tell you that you’re very sexy. 😍 (14 Aug.)
– I have many un‐fond memories of waiting in this station for transfers. (14 Aug.)