Last night Juan came over. We hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks. Unfortunately it was anti-climactic. I was way too jazzy, jazzy enough to not notice until I had to interact with others. Juan was way too tired. I threw in What’s Up Tiger Lily and it got a chuckle from Juan but I think I had seen it enough times, not needing to see it again any time soon. He left almost immediately after the movie ended and I fell asleep soon after. Solo, Bill was at his moms.

Here are some notes from today.

Bus to NYC
Listened to Cat Stevens ‘Peace Train’ and Cheap Trick ‘Surrender’ Headed to the Whitney Museum for the last day of the psychedelic exhibition that brother Frank told me about a few weeks ago. It’s called the Summer of Love and he highly recommended it, though he wasn’t high since he doesn’t do that anymore.

It all depends if I get in though. This could be a repeat of the Jean Michel Basquiat show that Roda and I tried to go see on it’s last day at the Brooklyn Museum a couple of years ago. We waited until the last day and found that it was too crowded, one hour wait to get on another line. We gave up and decided that Basquiat wouldn’t be waiting on line at a museum, so we wandered into the park finding the drummer’s circle. There’s a few other things that Basquiat would do instead but we’re not that type.

In any event, I plan on walking through Central Park afterwards. I have Jazz, my camera, Monte Cristo cigars that were given to me as a gift the other day by Carla the receptionist, Tom Chin and Greg Stevens.

Some woman is letting her little girl run up and down the length of the bus as it’s moving while the woman sits up front chatting on her cellphone. If the girl is injured could there be a lawsuit?

Now in Central Park
Well I was right. The line at the Whitney was around the block. The price of procrastination and the twist is all these procrastinators got there before me! If I was with someone I’d probably get on line, but I’m solo ad just can’t deal with it, but at least I made the effort and got out of the apartment.

Now I sit by the bandshell in Central Park, having come in through the Rambles, only looking for a cool spot to get jazzy, honestly. There was no clear spot so I improvised before my paranoia got the best of me. Tons of tourists walking around everywhere in the park on this cool, relatively clear Sunday afternoon.

It’s fairly early, they haven’t set up for the skate circle yet, not that I skate. Oh no thank you. I thought I missed it, or it was over for the season but I am just a bit early. They’re sound checking as I write this.

One thing is for sure, I’m definitely not as horned up as I was last weekend.

Adults on Razor Scooters. I don’t understand it and it makes them look absurd which is fine by me.
Clammy in Central Park. A bit sweaty and now I’m clammy, or is it just my t-shirt?

Back on the bus
Checked out the skate circle and shot some video. Got jazzy and smoked a Monte Cristo walked through the park feeling good. Made it through Times Square which is also overrun by tourists on weekends.

here’s some pics and some vids

Some sort of Mexico day today

Ramble trees

Just as the bottle hit…