GA DA on the P’sy bleachers (6538–41). The seating layout made it appear as if we were all sitting viewing some imaginary interesting event opposite us. A large percentage of people with whom I particularly enjoy spending time, despite the fairly low attendance overall. Met a fat friendly attendee named Al’x. The return of W. W. who told us that she hasn’t hosted another GA event at her home because no one had helped her clean up last time. K’von was poking my belly. It was good seeing Br’dy W., Br’ce G., Nick S., Jon. M., Kor. K., S’phen S. and others. Also there, although I did not wind up meeting him, was a black man (T’rry K.?) whom I briefly overheard discussing a gay topic or two with Kor. and K’von and who even showed them a photo with rainbow flags or some rainbow‐colored item therein. In hearing J. as usual complaining about his upbringing, we brought up a number of popular maxims: “Do as I say, not as I do,” “Rules for thee but not for me” and “Fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice, shame on me.” Little by little, people were saying goodby, but when there were six of us remaining, S. S. fairly abruptly led us away in a group.
W. 34th St. sta. with the five others remaining, somehow getting separated from J. (See SMS conversation with him.) (I checked in at the wrong station with the same name.) We raced to the platform because a worker erroneously told us the train was arriving presently, but when we got there, J. was nowhere to be found, and B. G. even returned to the turnstiles to look for him.
We reunited with J. at Seventh Ave. and W. 13th St. to learn that he had stumbled at some point and his hand was slightly bleeding. We began our walk eastward during which time J. suggested to a number of us that licking the blood off his hand might make us brood blothers.