21 June 2018, Thursday

I saw everybody, but as usual, photographed only strangers.

Pretty shadows on 72nd St. (4371–72).

37th Ave. (4373–84). The former City Coffee (4377) will be the new brick‐and‐mortar location of the Arepa Lady. Past what very few storefronts we were able to walk together, Jack פֿ.‏ mentioned it was “hot,” so I assumed he was talking about my clothing. C & S had only cheap or expensive variants of the things I was considering buying and so I bought nothing therefrom, but they did have nice signs (4378–81). R’da and I chatted for a while mostly about the new route of the Manhattan gay pride march I would later decide not to attend. Man breaking ice apart (4383). A rôtisserie chicken, Turkey Franks, mixed‐meat Bologna sausage, peppered Brussels sprouts, bag salad, guacamole, eggs and four pounds of butter from F’town (4384). A middle‐aged customer greeted me but I did not recognize him. R’mon was there around the self‐checkout area, and I greeted a smiling أفضل ح.‏ near the produce section who was busy glancing behind himself still talking with someone else. Standing on the asphalt only a step away from the corner was a little kaffeeklatsch (sans coffee) of ארי ג.‏ (still looking handsome), Bill M. and a woman I didn’t know, all of whom seemed pleased to see me despite my interruption.

Saw a cluster of hot tall gay men walking towards me on 72nd St., and they turned out to be Cor., with his pink/magenta hair, and some friends. We didn’t break our strides, so Cor.’s touching my abdomen may have been a failed hug, although in that heat, it may have instead been an intentional hug alternative.