The marching band exits the stadium en masse. One of the sousaphonists is in good spirits and plays "Single Ladies" as he walks home.
While crossing the street, a guy asks two girls whom he does not know in passing, "Wanna get damn near naked?"
He gets giggles in response. Not "Grow up." Not disgust. Not outrage. Giggles. Apparently his behavior is acceptable.
Crickets and other flying, creeping things that make noise in the night. Stirring, fussing, arguing, buzzing, singing. I had not noticed them here before.
A group of guys, followed by a straggler with a wardrobe malfunction.
"Wait up! Dude, my pants ripped."
"Hey, just use that as an excuse to get laid."
Apparently this is funny and acceptable.
More flying, creeping things that make noise in the night. I return "home", tired.
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