Slept in this morning, until 9:00. Felt good. Took my time getting my act together. Bill was at a class for voiceover work. I made some coffee and took a shower. Watched a little bit of the Today show before I ventured out to get bagels and the papers. I called up Julio to see if he wanted some bagels. Sesame he said. I got in line, thankfully no one I knew. Not very conversant despite the coffee. I was in a good mood anyway. Got the papers at Jenkins on Washington Street, greeting the guy behind the counter with ‘Namaste’. A Hindu greeting.

They get a kick out of hearing myself or Bill saying it. I guess not many non-Indian people say it. I walked back, the sun was so strong at 10:00 so I walked in the shade. I thought about going for a bike ride, but the strength of the sun dispelled that idea. I hung the bagels in a bag on Julio and Stine’s door. Julio opened the door and said thanks. I asked him if the beach was still on for tomorrow, and he said depends on the weather. One thing I do during the summer months is constantly check the weather on weekends and told him it was supposed to be something like 87 degrees. Perfect.

I came home and made some eggs, had some more coffee and read the papers. After that it was laundry. I finished reading the papers and thought about my solo session with Philip Beansprout last night. It was mentioned last week, for reasons that are beyond me that I have anger issues. I suppose I do. I don’t suffer fools gladly and tend to react than to step back and analyze the situation at hand. I have gotten better as I’ve gotten older I think and have retroactive moments of embarrassment and guilt from things in my past.

I do have a slight problem with the sessions being on a Friday evening. It’s at the end of the day at the end of the week and occasionally zone out due to exhaustion and an inability to decompress after the work day like I usually do when walking down to the World Trade Center Path train and smoking a cigar on the nearly empty streets of Tribeca.

I decompressed after the session walking down Sixth Avenue smoking my Padron listening to Ray Charles, one of the files I downloaded at work. I walked to 33rd Street and sat in the second car, which was empty and quite cold. I wasn’t alone for long, other people discovered it, including a retro tight jeans queen who really cruised me. I was flattered.

Met up with Bill outside of Arthur’s on Washington Street where we quickly devoured some steaks and some pints of Guinness. It was a beautiful evening, lot’s of people walking around. A nice breeze passed through the sidewalk tables as we walked home. After that we just hung out and watched TV, winding up in each other’s arms in bed.

Found out from Julio that we might not be going due to a cousin’s birthday, which is good for the cousin but sucks for me. If that’s the case then tomorrow will be a bike riding day. Don’t worry I’ll stretch. Just wish my camera were fixed.