8 July 2018, Sunday

37th Ave. (4655–57). Latin American (Mexican?) parade (4655–57). Ice, half and half and chocolate/peanut butter ice cream (for NYBD) from F’town. After crossing the parade twice to get supplies for BD, I was shocked to find the front door to the Alliance Bldg. locked.

I returned to my apartment with the food, wrote to Ch’ck, and eventually went back out without the food. (See SMS conversations with Ch’ck, with and without A. Mike.)

37th Ave. (4658–64). The parade was over but the Alliance Bldg. was still locked. A’tie was having an argument with a poor man in front of the convenience store next door. After commiserating and not knowing if BD could meet at all, a not‐unattractive man came along and, to our surprise, unceremoniously unlocked the door for his own entry. When we thanked him, told him we meet every second Sunday and asked how long the door would stay unlocked, he asked if we were “the Polar Bears” (which was close enough). On my way back to my street to fetch the food, cash box and other supplies, I encountered Ch’ck and lent him my set of QPH keys as he, of all times, had left his set at home. This was probably around the time John R. and I greeted one another.

37th Ave. (4665–70). NYBD ice cream social at QPH.

C’rl’s apartment with multiple denizens.

37th Ave. (4671). Horseplay and a bit of chasing between two gay men that largely stopped before I started recording (4671). Frozen hamburgers and cheeseburgers and butter‐pecan and moose‐tracks ice creams from DR. سجاد (‎898) looked very handsome with his gorgeous smile, and he said I was wasting my words by reminding him I had brought a reusable shopping bag 💚.