Location: 20:00, Sheep Meadow with a bottle of wine
Music: perhaps a bottle of Rose instead
Rain popped by to talk some shop. Good catching up with him. Had a cigarette; don’t really know why. Felt sick and regretted it instantly.
Suppose I’ll regret it more when I’m on the mat and someone’s trying to choke me out.
Had a dinner of wine and a sandwich on the grass in Sheep Meadow with my pretty lady, watching two girlies trying to fly a kite.
They never got it up but they kept trying.
Hope you had a nice holiday weekend if y’had a holiday weekend. Me? Worked on the cellar again on the fourth and then popped by the rents to fix their DVR.
Sped home just in time to see the fireworks by my lonely. Got a bit anxious, actually. A sea of people around me in a limited space.
But everyone was super polite and cool. Zero street beef. It was nice; crowd was almost silent, just watching the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air.
Slipped outta there fore the crowd surged home.
Oh, this is before people started pouring in – more than double that amount ended up being there:
Yep – Germany‘s pretty and China’s interesting but the US’s still the best country in the world, yeah?
Let’s hope those drums stay silent a little longer.