The first sighting of a fuzzy bumblebee: I heard buzzing behind me and caught it just as it disappeared under a wooden awning. Josie and Rachel will be upset- even the most innocent flying bug freaks them out- but I love the fat little guys. They are like little floating bumper cars, fizzing and drifting, drunk on pollen.
Last night Samson, Ester, Lilian and I had a drink after work. I had to finish up a trynight, and Sam got off work right as I was done so we walked together to meet the other two at Sea Witch - which was *bumping* Some kind of birthday party I'm sure. We saw Maryim, a student at Gasworks, and also two different tik tokers. Samson was the only one who recognized one of them, I think our algorithms are similar. I actually really like the content of the guys I saw, but I didn't say anything to them.
I don't know if Lilian's crush on Ester is a play act or real, maybe it's a little of both. Ester just broke up with Nick, who is a nice man, but I think everyone was a little relieved, everyone was expecting it to happen. Anyways, we were sitting there and the way optical illusions can flip an image from one reality into another, I kept switching between the reality we were in, and one where Ester and Lil were a couple. I think it would be really sweet, they'd be such a power couple.
This morning I was supposed to be on a train to New Jersey. Mom is here for two more days, and I was invited out to spend time with Tate and Mom at the same time, which hasn't happened since Christmas, two years ago (two? three?) in Tennessee. But the trynight, the drink. The fact that I'm in sleep debt. I woke at 6 but couldn't make it out of bed till 7:30. Had to buy toilet paper, the first place I tried wasn't open (really Brooklyn bodega?? 8am you're still shuttered?? for shame, FOR SHAME). I also meant to buy deodorant. I also just realized, via misspelling it just no that deodorant is a de-odor- ant. I mean, barely a revelation but I've never looked at it before. Language is a complex made of bricks and each brick is a tome.
Well, I didn't make that train in the end. Didn't even try. Looked at the schedule for the F, realized I wouldn't make it. Called my mom nearly in tears. I'll catch the next one. I'll be there by 1.
I gotta go now, actually. dang.
Post Script: I made the train, and got to New Jersey and had a really nice weekend with the fam.
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