I went to the annual Smith Street Bastille Day celebration on Sunday. I immediately started to drink. The streets were a beehive of activity, gridlock abound. It certainly was more crowded than last year.
As I was baking in the sun I wondered if I would ever play petanque at a semi-pro capacity. Maybe next year…
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For me, Bastille day marks the halfway point of summer. This summer has been a tumultuous one.
I’m weary of unhappiness and being surrounded by those that are defeated. What happened to the optimism of 2009? I certainly had some but now it seems to have faded into limbo, not yet pessimism but close. Summer should flourish not wilt away like a flower deprived of sunlight. Fear not! After discovering a faster bike route to the Upper East Side, through Queens and the 59th Street Bridge as opposed to the Williamsburg Bridge, hope has returned.
Tortuous as it may seem, happiness is a cigarette away again.
She wore blue velvet.
