97 + Degrees So It Must Be Time For

Potato salad, lettuce and tomato salad, cantalope, ham and iced tea.

Even with the a/c at full while the potatoes and eggs were cooking it got damned warm in the kitchen!

Thunderstorm in the offing -- in the offing all day so far. I could have then gotten to the library to pick up a history of Maryland in first decade of the nation.

Colorful figures in the supermarket today, flotsam and jetsom from Gay Pride, all confused about what to do in the Big Town, now that we're so hungover from a week straight of partying day and night, and it's so hot and it's Monday, and the Monday BEFORE July 4th yet.


Our not-gay downstairs neighbor skank hosted a party that began Thursday night and went non-stop until about 11 PM last night. Why no, the partiers were not gay either. They were however very very drunk and filled with drugs, which it was impossible for me not to notice as loud as they were, and how often I had to trek down there and tell them to shut the fucking music off it is 3:30 in the AM, and they'd say but it's um it's ah, that thing, yeah, pride. That's nice I said. The music is still fucking too loud and it's still 3:30 AM. Why no, they didn't go to the parade either, Their support and solidarity was in the bottle and up their noses. That bitch ain't long for this building. OTOH, we're the activists most affected, and we're leaving at the end of August. But the landlord has already spoken to her -- one of the employees of the office lives three floors above her and he's talked to the bosses. Lucky us, we're right above her.

Over the weekend two more shops on my block have closed. One a vintage clothing stor, one a boutique of kilms and persian-like jewelry. That one was around for such a short time that I never got used to it being there. I suppose these too will become food providers. Though I have noticed that the store front that had been the favorite of these boutiques, a very high end, artistist floral designer, is still empty, so maybe not? They didn't go out of business. They moved to larger digs.

OTOH, the local talky radio is beating the drums that Wall Street is hiring again.

In the peace and quiet of the end of PARTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!, el V and I stayed up last night until after 3 AM, giggling. We're reading a history of President Polk. Probably many would not find much giggle provoking in such a book, but silly as we are, we do. Nope. Can't explain or describe. It's just so completely something that comes out of our shared stuff. But it was fun to read and laugh for three hours.