City life
The weather on the East Coast is finally nice! We made it! I’ve tried sleeping with the bedroom windows open this week but last night/this morning, I had to get up and close them. I never realized just how good they are at shutting out the noise of my drunk neighbor going in and out at 4am,* the countless cars that speed up my street (it’s a tiny street!) and with their music roaring at 5am, and the shouting, oh, the shouting. No one’s fighting. Not really. This is just how people in South Philly converse. I don’t really mind the sound of the train and the sirens and the low-flying plane and that car without a muffler coursing throughout the neighborhood. That’s all city life to me. It’s the drunk neighbor’s routine and the odd hours he and the other neighbors seem to keep. 3am to 6am is their preferred time to be annoying.
Tonight, I’m going to my second Phillies game of the season. The last game I went to was really fun because bakerloo was with me, but it was pretty damn cold. This time I won’t be freezing but I’ll be with a friend of mine who doesn’t drink. Which is fine, just…I WILL have my $10 beer dammit. Pete and I won’t be sharing a subway ride, gawking at the teenagers openly drinking Bud Light Platinum on the train.
We’ll be riding our bikes to the stadium. As if we weren’t old (me) and married (him). I’m debating whether to ride from work (pick up a sandwich from the Asian grocer) or stop home and eat (peanut butter on toast). I just hope the rain holds off. It’s bad enough that Kendrick is scheduled to pitch. UGH. Kendrick.
"I'm sorry I ruin every game."
What say you, Last Livejournalers? Tofu hoagie from the Asian grocer or peanut butter on toast (with a Flying Fish IPA) for dinner? What shall this City Mixer have for dinner?
Poll Dinner!
*He can’t manage to open the outside door because he’s too drunk, then he starts cursing and yelling. By the way, there’s a wind chime inside the doorway, between the outside and inner door, that he hits constantly.
Tonight, I’m going to my second Phillies game of the season. The last game I went to was really fun because bakerloo was with me, but it was pretty damn cold. This time I won’t be freezing but I’ll be with a friend of mine who doesn’t drink. Which is fine, just…I WILL have my $10 beer dammit. Pete and I won’t be sharing a subway ride, gawking at the teenagers openly drinking Bud Light Platinum on the train.
We’ll be riding our bikes to the stadium. As if we weren’t old (me) and married (him). I’m debating whether to ride from work (pick up a sandwich from the Asian grocer) or stop home and eat (peanut butter on toast). I just hope the rain holds off. It’s bad enough that Kendrick is scheduled to pitch. UGH. Kendrick.
"I'm sorry I ruin every game."
What say you, Last Livejournalers? Tofu hoagie from the Asian grocer or peanut butter on toast (with a Flying Fish IPA) for dinner? What shall this City Mixer have for dinner?
Poll Dinner!
*He can’t manage to open the outside door because he’s too drunk, then he starts cursing and yelling. By the way, there’s a wind chime inside the doorway, between the outside and inner door, that he hits constantly.