Silly Billy Drink

Last week I went over to L.'s new abode and we played rummy and drank wine. Then I proceeded to put on the majority of her jewelry.

We met up with S. for a drink before heading off on our separate nights' paths. She, to Center City, me, to South Philly with S. and his friend S.

And then I lost my wallet. But fear not! It was recovered...four days later.

Silly and Omelet

The next morning was a bit of a struggle, brain-wise. There was the great bagel factory fail debacle, which really isn't even that good a story or inexplicable....but did end in me paying for a bagel but walking out of the joint sans bagel. Wow, I know. As usual, I played with all of L.'s girly stuff, including feathered hats. Breakfast/lunch came later in the day and was a kind of disappointing omelet from Fifth Avenue Diner. Can't win 'em all, I guess.

Natural Habitat

This is L. in the wilds of her kitchen.
When I visit/see L. I have this habit of acting like a little girl visiting her older sister. A key part of this behavior involves my going through L.'s beauty products, trying a little of each and generally messing with her shit. For example, the two innocent pairs of sunglasses on their kitchen table and awesome body scrub stuff in the bathroom. Obviously they needed to be combined. Obviously. Yeah. This is who I am sometimes. Fat T. and L. got into a little squabble while I was visiting. I tried to stay out of it and just observe, like a frienthropologist...but, in the end, I couldn't help but give L. just a little help.
She wasn't going to make it otherwise.

Panic At The Parade

The panic was all mine, and came in a relatively low dose...or it seemed relatively low until I left and found my heart beating too fast, my face flush and my head wooshy. Note to self: next time you think you want to be part of 'history', just remember what a bunch of people told you later 'it looked great on the t.v.'. It did not look so great smashed up against a wall, jumping for a view. It was dumb.

Nuff Said

It was shaping up to be a scorcher of a day but it was still early enough that I thought I'd drive to Tyler State Park and take a walk about. Unfortunately I realized, driving into the park, that something was seriously amiss with my car and I was not at all surprised to find that my front left tire was flat upon safe arrival in a parking lot. Let me ask you this. And by you I mean every one of you who ever stops in and reads this blog. How many flat tires have you had in your life? I encourage comments that include the factors involved in the flat tires and your age. For example, I am 26 and I believe that I have had a total of five flat tires between two cars and nine years of driving.
Let us not forget that Duckie, Ambassador Iron Face was only purchased in April. So that's a total of six months before a flat tire. I believe that this sucks balls.