3 Boroughs, 2 Days, 1 play, and a Naked Guy

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Quiqui played host during my weekend trip to New York City. First, it was up to the Bronx to score tickets to Shakespeare in the Park and relax with Qui's people (Hellastopheles cracked me up with her leprachaun impersonation) and enjoy some cable tv. Qui donned an airy indigo tunic, some stylish dark jeans, and a pair sexy black sandals. I took off my dorky white socks. Now we were ready for a night out in Manhattan.

Next, Qui picked up her sister and cousin, then we took a scenic drive down the Henry Hudson Parkway. The trees, the cyclists and the sparkling waters of the river were nearly eclipsed by the naked man hunched down just over the concrete barracade. None of Qui's peoples nor Qui (who was driving) saw him, but he was there.

We ate dinner at some Mexican place and I got tipsy off a tall margarita. This lubricated an earlier debate about toy lanterns, cougars and briuns. Fortunately, the booze wore off before the play started. The production of Midsummer Night's Dream was good, of course. After the show, we met up with Ten Feet and her cleavage for coffee, deserts and cheeseburgers.

On Sunday Qui fed me a tasty breakfast and showed me her collection of lotions. Then, after I made some overly ambitious plans to meet up with her later for a concert that evening, we parted for the weekend.

I had plans to see an infant and her parents and give them a hat. So I took a bazillion trains from the Bronx to Brooklyn. I never know when to trust my hunches. Something inside said "Forget the normal route and its 2 transfers, especially since it's the weekend and the non Manhattan lines are probably f'ed up. Just take one train and get out and walk the rest of the way." But did I listen to that hunch? Nooo. How bad did it get? I'll just say the G train was involved and leave it at that.

Anyway, after about 3 hours underground, I finally saw the baby and her new parents and unloaded the hat. As far as I can tell from the 15 minutes I actually spent with her, she's an awesome child. She was kind of sleeping and trying to figure out how her face works. For a moment, she looked like her dad.

I watched some more cable tv with the daddy and we talked about being grown ups and how people really do change. After this much needed rest and reassurance that humans aren't necessarily screwed up forever, it was time to leave this new nuclear family unit to their normal doings.

I walked around the edge of Prospect Park, bought a couple of chicken patties at Christies (still on Flatbush Ave.), and made my way back to the fabulous Port Authority Bus Terminal to await the motorcoach that would take me back to Philly.