I rode my bike to
Jarett's to get his mail for him, stupidly. I got to Eastern Parkway and hit the parade. Thankfully, I was able to cross and I head over to his neck of the woods. Wasn't so lucky on the way back. I think it's a bad sign for a parade, when there's no one actually marching and the police to attendee ratio is one to one. I couldn't cross so instead I was forced to follow the masses to where I could cross. I have never seen so many cases of rampant - proud - obesity in my whole life.
Every where you looked there were women wearing next to nothing, or just paint. Many of the women are wearing shorts so short, that I could see their dimpled/ashy upper part of their thighs. And all of them were just happy as clams as they scarfed down fried...everything. On my way through the crowd, I saw a man grab a woman - literally GRAB a woman, to tell her she was hot. And from what I could tell, the woman LIKED it.
I'm going to develop a permanent crease across my forehead.
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