Sunday, June 30, 2013
100 Words a Day 312
The sun was out, watching the parade in earnest. The throngs of people were hot and sweaty, but not the way one would have hoped for. The press meant there was considerable exchange of bodily fluids, unfortunately it was sweat, and heaven help you if you got too close to the woman with the stroller. Relief came initially in the form of cold, overpriced beer. After that, it came in the form of the side of a building or the space between two cars. The food was bad, as evinced by how much of it lay undigested on the sidewalk.