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[horizon_greene]

The light rail was an adventure on Friday. I was sitting next to a little girl, who kept elbowing me inadvertently as she ate her KFC. (Mind you, you're not even supposed to have food on the train, but that's another matter.) My ribs are sore as hell right now from coughing, so the elbowing was quite painful and I was on the verge of saying something to her. Except then we stopped at a station, and a transvestite hooker boarded the train and sat down on the other side of me, and that really took up most of my attention from that point out. She was wearing the shortest shorts I'd ever seen, and was continually readjusting herself because there was no way for that tiny amount of fabric to contain...everything. I was trying not to look—really trying. But I kind of couldn't help it at times.

Then a girl with a black trash bag and her cracked-out friend sat down across from me. The friend was periodically convulsing and yipping, in between bouts of relatively (and I use this term loosely) normal conversation. Then he discovered a particularly worrying stain on his pants (his clothes were filthy) and began licking his finger and wiping frantically at the mark. For like three straight minutes.

Anyway, turns out the black trash bag was full of drugs. I know this because they conducted a drug deal on the train. Maybe I'm just naive, but I just sat there like o.O, not really knowing how to react. Meanwhile the transvestite hooker's perfume was beginning to overwhelm me, and I debated getting off the train two stops early, but in the end I simply endured.

\o/ Metro Light Rail \o/

Last night I had some friends over for a potluck. Usually with this group, we go out for sushi, but everyone is so broke right now. So, potluck it was. I kept it pretty relaxed, and didn't instruct anyone as far as what to bring. We ended up with really good food, but every dish (with the exception of the tangerine sorbet for dessert) involved bread and/or pasta and/or potatoes, in some way. Delicious, but we were so overloaded on carbs that everyone was falling asleep by 10:30. Party animals.

Today Angie came over with her baby, Aurora. She got to see my place for the first time, and then we went out to lunch. She had a coupon for the Armadillo Grill, which is a total dive—a run-down sports bar with like 50 televisions and green everywhere: green carpet, green booths, green tabletops. We walked in with our sunglasses and heels and a baby and they didn't really know what to do with us. The hostess ended up seating us way in the back by ourselves, lol. Service was a bit slow, but the food was surprisingly good. I have to say, though, that babies are exhausting. I gave Aurora a bottle at one point, and at the end I was spent. With my ribs the way they are, it hurt so much to hold her, but even without the soreness, it's simply a lot of work! They are heavy! They are messy! They get into everything! I love Aurora, she's like a niece to me, but Angie can keep her as far as I'm concerned :D

He was at the Suns/Lakers game again today. I wasn't, but they apparently showed him on television during the broadcast—which I totally missed somehow, even though I had the tv on. I don't understand how this is possible.

Fortunately, there was a picture taken:

He looks like he's 14, and I kind of love it. I've never seen him looking so casual. He's wearing shorts! And a polo (buttoned all the way to the top—why?). It's not the Larry I'm used to, but he's fun.

Also, I stumbled upon some more photos from the Pro Bowl. I thought I'd found all relevant media from that event, but clearly I was mistaken.

His socks are tragic. Utterly tragic. Then again, why would you bother looking at his socks in this case?


Again, the socks. But whatever. He's such a nerd here, but his smile makes me smile. I <3 him.

Comments

[pebblin.livejournal.com]

At least in the big city, people don't talk to you.

I haven't found that to be true, unfortunately. And if they're not talk to you, they're talking at you. And too often stinky.

[pebblin.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

Really? HAH! What a wonderful combination! How I've lived so long without it, I do not know. /sarcasm of the highest degree.

Good luck on your future travels!

[horizon-greene.livejournal.com]

They try in Phoenix as well. The light rail has only been open for two months, so the novelty has yet to wear off. People are still thrilled to pieces and love to talk to strangers about every random thing. I generally humor them—it's kind of quaint, in a small-town sort of way—but part of me is looking forward to the days when people will learn to read their papers/books and keep to themselves.

[pebblin.livejournal.com]

I hate public transportation. You may save some dough, but you have to give up time and stress levels to achieve this. I had to take it to school for years and I'm over it. SO over it. And if anyone ever suggests taking it to LA because it's 'fun'-- DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM.

I gave Aurora a bottle at one point, and at the end I was spent.

AHAHAHA. I held my cuz's baby yesterday and even though he's all of, like, 8 days old, and 8 pounds, I felt like my work for the day had been done after about five minutes. They have anti-smoking laws in AZ, right? I can't remember. Baby in a sports bar?? O.O

[horizon-greene.livejournal.com]

It's a big advantage to take the light rail downtown, because then you're not dealing with the parking clusterfuck—and you can also drink a bit more liberally. It does have its pros and cons, though.

I think babies aren't quite so tiresome when they're your own. I have to assume that's the case, anyway, otherwise how would anyone endure it? But, yeah, we have anti-smoking laws, so the air in the sports bar was relatively clean, if somewhat odd-smelling. Like old carpet.