After staying up until 3:30am playing chess with a certain person whose initials are the same as those of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but re-arranged, i couldn’t fall asleep. I gave in at 4:30 and took a sleeping pill. Anna woke me up around noon to remind me we were supposed to be going to this unique event on Ile Ste. Helene.
I am not a big music fan nor particularly fond of electronic music, yet the sounds coming from the speakers at Parc Jean Drapeau were nicely ambient. We spread Anna’s vinyl mat down on a slope to the water and sat chatting in our bathing suits for the next couple of hours. We consumed a sausage in hot dog bun each and watched a little mop dog become entranced by the strings on my sarong. By 6pm we had had enough and returned to the island – me to come home and take a much needed nap and her to her Shakespeare readings.
We determined that though boys are a lot of trouble: you can’t live with them and you can’t live without them.
Also, everyone i am close to in life is a Pisces. Odd.