Moment in the Sun
Blessed be! Bazima spent the majority of the weekend in the park soaking in the warmth of the sun, the taste of liquid sugar in my iced coffee, and the smell of cherry blossoms in the air, and I think maybe also a little bit of B.O. One thing I will never understand about outdoor recreation is kite flying. What is the deal with flying kites? And why is it so popular with men from the West Indies?
ANYWAY, several things happened in the park this weekend. Drinking cheap champagne in the middle of the afternoon, tipsily pinpointing personal Lifetraps (I have all of them), making paper hats, discussing what happens to sperm when it gets in your eye (is it like a fish in a fishbowl?), and playing Who Am I Superstar Sam Elliott (How to Play: 1. Using a black marker or black pen draw a super thick stache on the inner side of your index finger 2. Place finger in hook like position against your upper lip 3. Now you are Sam Elliott).
In addition, there were some boys playing this bean bag game. There was a whole contraption and you had to toss the bean bags into these holes, and there were teams, or whatever, I don't know, it seemed pretty retarded. There was one guy among the group that I sort of fancied. At least from fifty feet away. I noticed he had quite an extension in his throwing arm. Everyone wanted me to go talk to the guy. Since I was working on my crossword, I thought perhaps he would know the middle name of the 21st president. Or I thought I could just walk over there and say something like, "Hey, how about tossing around these bean bags." I didn't do either of these things, mostly because the whole bean bag toss thing was so stupid, and Who Am I Sam Elliott is a way better game, but I certainly enjoyed thinking about it.
