I spent a couple of hours at the Merc last night*. Said hi to A&J. A had some recommendations about having fun in New York City. First, stay in Brooklyn or Queens because the normies have taken Manhattan and all the nighttime fun is in the outer boroughs and even New Jersey. Second, regular club nights aren't really a thing due to the vile economics of NYC real estate. Sure, fun happens, but not, for example,
monthly fun.
I also saw
aaminahlefae. If I'm going to think impure thoughts about another woman, it helps that she's a) queer and b) not that much younger than I am. But she, like A, was there with a brand new dude. Between that and the hand-holding femmes, it was an unsubtle reminder that I gotta git me a woman. But first I needed to stop coughing.
Speaking of the vile economics of real estate, Good Sister waited until after 0900 her time to text the other two of us one more thing to sign. I do believe we have gone pending, to close Aug. 11th if all goes atypically well. Do you remember that scene in
The Lord of The Rings where Aragorn releases the ghost army after they've disposed of a bunch of orcs? Good Sister is the ghost army.
If that date is when it happens — I'm deathly afraid of jinxing it — it won't be a minute too soon for me either; I have plans for that cash starting with repaying the balance of my 401(k) loan. I was telling
aaminahlefae that I'd like to get more work done on my face if I can afford it. Given the Situation, though, I may end up sitting on it.
*Shallow fashion details: little flowy sleeveless black dress from Blackwood Castle, gladiator sandals, collar with big silver angel wings. Because I'm a Florida girl and I know how to dress for (relatively) warm weather.