Sunday, September 18, 2005 our humble folkways
This morning's market was crowded again. Who knew so many people ate vegetables? Maybe they are all buying hotsauce and pendants made out of bent spoons, or maybe they're just checking out the scene.
I was out last night and some guy alluded to himself as a snobby DC scenester. I said that it must seem like he's at a barn dance of some kind. He got uncomfortable, and kept protesting that he meant no offense, and really enjoyed coming to Baltimore. I told him I was glad he was amused by our simple ways, and that there was a butter churning competition later on. Some people can't take a joke that you drag out and won't let drop.
After I got off work yesterday, Tracy and I went up to Hampden to work at the Charm City Roller Girls booth. For some reason, the booth sold fudge, and there were kind people selling beer up the street, so I had fudge and beer for dinner, or so I thought. Later there were other opourtunities to eat, so it turned out it was just a fudge and beer appetizer.
The nutrients it granted served me well a little later, when we walked from Hampden to Charles Village. There were no cabs. There were no busses. The bums' luck that surrounds my life like a haze of golden light did nothing this time, so there was no long-suffering friend to appear with the promise of a ride.
It wasn't as long a walk as I thought it would be, but it was still pretty long, and we deserve accolades for toughness. posted by Frenz | 9/18/2005 11:24:00 AM
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