As we gathered up our items and discussed later plans to meet an in-town out-of-town friend, I managed to steer the group clear of an all dancing agenda by suggesting that we start somewhere free (the Bus Stop), which had a DJ and the possibility of dancers. This didn't really pan out, and we ended up migrating up Pine in favor of Linda's, a stop at Frites and contemplation of some sort of underwear party at Sugar. Happily, no one wanted to pay for the privilege of drinking immodestly; so we went to Havana, where people were sort of making dance movements, until fatigue set in.
And just as I'd gotten used to the eternal sunshine of summer, my plans to read the David Foster Wallace essay about Roger Federer [nytimes1] in the park were foiled by sunset and the near-immediate cessation of comfortable temperatures. This is entirely my own fault for accidentlly wearing shorts out of the house to run a couple of errands.
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1. you might think that the reading experience would be nicer in print with the footnotes at the bottom of the page, but they don't always line up such that the number and the note aren't always on the same page. Thus, flipping from even to odd page often induces a brief moment of panic over the possibility that a cue was missed.
