Hello again, dear friends,
As I mentioned before my unceremonious dash across town, which started badly in the form of an MTA employee yelling at me for getting on the subway car the platform announcer had just told us all to board, got progressively better in the form of a serious block party in Spanish Harlem, and ended magnificently as Julie opened the door to her apartment and asked me if I needed something cold to drink, I am at Julie and G’s apartment, where the wireless is behaving itself, the airconditioning is also behaving itself, and where the party outside sounds like it’s going on all night long. I really am the luckiest girl in the world.
The only drawback to this delightful situation is that I’m going to miss Lloyd terribly tonight. Then again, it’s not as if I’ll get to sleep next to him. Still, a girl can hope for a stolen moment here and there. (Okay, even for me that was weird and creepy.)