surely, somebody else there tonight was named george, but i just wanted to walk and watch, not engage.these last days stoopid, but tonight i got a bit of respite -- patio dinner in town with a dear friend. we were treated like royalty, lol, my title even printed on the check next to an absurd promo amount. the night was too nice, too clean and fresh, for me to duck underground. just no. i've been poisoned and smothered by stain and glue and paint lately; so out and up and walk.
in a few short blocks, the green peace of the country's first public park wrapped around me. it was cool, quiet, yet full of people. it's august, and the euro is humiliating the dollar, so lots of them foreign types meandering about wearing sandals with socks, flogging cartoon maps, and taking up all the space on crossbridges while snapping pix.
girls burdened in burkas playing murderball! yes! lol, i imagine they do have anger management issues...
1st date on a bench. she with artfully dishevelled hair saying, "and whenever you say you're going to call, you BETTER call..." i could see him already running from the whip crack...
3-card monty guys, still!
frisbee, catch, doggie-fetch, softball, tennis, busking.
it was a perfect city night. really.
i love living here.
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