12 August 2017, Saturday

P.J.M.’s place, B’klyn, pt. 2. Excursion to Gw where I spent most of my time talking with Jef. K. Six or so of us running back to P.J.M.’s (1313–14) in the pouring rain. Video games, incl. the one with the tomato on a string, with M’chael J.W., Jon. M. and M’lon C. IMDb quiz with Jon. and P.J. while being frisky with M’lon. (P.J. called us “love birds.”) (See black Knight Fat Little Wireless.)

After having stayed up all night long beyond 06:00, Jon. somehow managed to blame his being tired on the weather. Long ride homeward with him on the el (1314), a shuttle bus and the subway. On the J train, a fellow passenger saw my sitting cross‐legged and commented, “All you need is a flying carpet.”

“Live fish” and “Mango” signs, 73rd St. (1315).

Having sensibly decided against the impulse to have breakfast at McD., B’way, in B’klyn, I made up for it by having two egg/bacon/cheese breakfast sandwiches on English muffins at McD., Roosevelt Ave., and enjoyed watching people.

Thereafter bought discount food (a chicken pot pie, ice‐cream bars and snack cakes) from DR, 37th Ave.

As I was entering my building, I encountered the happy, cubbish neighbor greeting me with a smile while walking his dog out of the building.

Got fried pork dumplings and bland, absolutely un‐pungent Szechuan chicken from LK. I also finally tried their Thai wings which tasted good but were much too sweet, like chicken candy; their sticky sauce also spilled in the bag on my very short walk home.