65. What would you do if you were walking down the street and saw some hot guys standing on the sidewalk? i say “hey sailors, which way to the gym?” (Is anyone else thinking soccer practice now? oh yeaaaaah.)
Two things planned as placement in tomorrow, opposite end spectrum set and match, bookends with nothing between. I’m leaving the house before the sun rises above the mountains, our buildings to the east, for a downtown rude service breakfast, something for charity, then there’s a late night evening of burlesque. Is anyone interested in kicking around during the day? Or joining me in featherboa glory later on at the Caprice? I’m thinking sandwiches on the seawall, reclaiming that bit of city that we don’t visit as often as we should. I’m thinking I’ll wear a skirt, to get that particular swish when gravity hits me in the chest, pulls at my arms holding the chains of the second beach swing-set.
Today I’ve been collecting a rag-tag band of linkery. There’s an advert for a glittery pyro job in Vegas, for example, (I swear, I’m never going to get to use my pyrotech tickets for anything fun here,) and more unsurprising claims to the fall of empire. My only question is “why has it taken so long for this to be news?” It’s only like the last call before the bar closes.