You know something weird is going on because I’m in Fells Point.
I had a babysitting job (20$ an hour: pre-k teacher privilege) at a school in Patterson Park so I rode my bike there this morning from the Bellfoundy (Station North) where Pat lives and then I rode to Fells where he works and I’m waiting for him to be done work so we can bike back together. It’s SO GODDAMN HOT that I was forcibly driven to wait in the only type of establishment available to loiterers such as myself in Fells: bars. I’m sitting in a bar that is JAMMED FULL of people who I guess dont work—tourists maybe???—crying because the nearest bookstore is in Fed Hill. I’m a snob. But the bartender is talking about the zodiac with some fly ladies… Should I go school them with my incongruous knowledge of all things celestial?