saturday? wait...! sunday always comes too late...

and i'm en route to the city. a local, to be expected on the weekend, so this will take me a bit. only three stations away from home, about fifty teenie-bopper acting-- but late 20s-- women got on. bachelorette party, as they're screeching. that and one is wearing a crown and her handler is pouring koolaid-colored something from a thermos to those solo-branded cups. getting drunk. just like they did, i presume, when they were in high school, sneaking in the city, sneaking out dad's bottom-shelf booze, they're just like so cool, you know! and by the stop they're louder and drunker and louder and drunker and i'm guessing princess marrys-a-lot will be vomiting on herself in no time. all this entertainment for the price of admission.

and to my right, the typical-looking lawn guyland boys. i'm sure they parked their iroc z's at the station unless their honeys-- probably named gina and linda-- dropped them off. words that end with -a are pronounced -ar, and words that end with -ar and pronounced -a. (apparently bram stoka wrote dracular. who knew.) to their credit, they're en route to see a good concert, atypical music taste for an area inundated by z-100 and ktu. unfortunately, the address they noted is between 'sixth avenue and park avenue.' far be it for me to step in, but there is a great deal of new york between sixth and park avenues, in a nutshell, about three long avenue blocks... good luck, boys. hope you brought an umbrella.

in front of me, other aisle, is a guy who reminds me of me about six years ago. also writing and listening to music. i guess he gave up on kurt vonnegut when the gaggle of princesses hijacked this train. they being egged on, as of two stations ago, by two guys who are clearly heading to 'the city' to tap some ass. i wonder if they will stay together or not at penn? i wonder if they would have bothered leaving the island if they found each other at roosevelt field?

home was lovely. wonderful time with marge, but just couldn't c'mon and get happy all day. lazed about the house, edgy and irritable. the skies opened and i was inside the whole day. played with my dogs that (who!) are not doing well. and while i joke about the dogs being doped up and getting up there in age, it really got to me today: they're very much not well. it kills me to see them like this, they're not the dogs with whom i grew up. i don't think they'll be around this summer for our patented around the block walks, and that makes me terribly, horrifically sad. to marge's chagrin, i gave them a million little dog treats, because i am not sure if i ever will again. it is kind of like the end of an era, first dad and now the dogs.

and the beat goes on... because it has to...