Crazily enough, I just finished Edinburgh in four days. I guess that's what happens when you don't have any cable TV. That's right, my friends. I came home Sunday night, after having a fabulous time with Lanene at Broadway Bares, and the cable was off again.
I called the cable company and went balistic. Now I have to take Thursday off of work again and wait for the cable repair person.
Today is the first day in, like, seventeen days that it wasn't either overcast or raining, so I took my lunch break on the plaza at Dag Hammarskjold Plaza. It wasn't nearly as crowded as I expected it to be for the first sunny day in a milennia.
It's nice to hang out there at lunch - there are plenty of people to check out - all sorts and shapes and sizes. It doesn't really make up for not being able to hang out in Sheep Meadow, which I miss terribly, though. There are a lot more "normal" people here. Not as many of the half-naked beautiful people as I'd be seeing in Sheep Meadow. Which is okay, given my current fragile state. I definitely don't need to be sitting there, stewing in my jealousy and feelings of inadequacy while glistening gods and goddesses frolic around me, taunting me with forms I can neither achieve nor posess.
So I'll hang out here with the regular people, and that will be okay with me. For now. I can't spend my whole summer wrapped up in clothes, though. At some point, hopefully long before my end-of-August trip to Florida, I have to get okay with the idea of appearing shirtless in a swimsuit. God help me!
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