I'm blasting Everything But the Girl right now in ICE COLD JOY. Why? BECAUSE MY AIR CONDITIONER IS BLASTING.
The war of the window has been won, and now the morbid machine install has been completed. And no, it wasn't Junie. I got a nice phone call from him last night berating me for not calling his number directly. Apparently he's been doing side jobs, and that might cost him this job. But who cares? It's in my window, I don't CARE WHO INSTALLS IT. Wanna know the best? The guy that did it had a Van Halen shirt on. God, I love that!
Well, it's off to the Mermaid parade today. Walking through Coney Island with the denizens of the beach: eels, lobsters, clams, mermaids, fishies, hot dogs. Well, Nathan's is there, so hot dogs are part of it. And a nice stop to V.'s house to see her new web biz goodies! If that isn't fun, I don't know what is.
And then Pride tomorrow--that's always a blast. I'll probably run into Roger and maybe Dave and Steve, too. I've got to go near Kiehl's anyway, so that's perfect. And say a post-solstice hello to Other Worldly Waxes. Haven't been there in a while.
Oh, please don't rain...
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