Moon over Carson
We drove down to the park at JFK last night and played Off-Road Tennis for a while before the bugs attacked. The courts were too full of unrelenting faux-athletes (”I guess this is where all the white people go,” DD said), and so we took to the grass, standing 100 feet apart and whacking those pink balls across a field until we could no longer see our rackets. The moon was a huge, full cookie on the horizon, and its reflection on the dirty water of Carson beach made me convinced that, if I didn’t already live around South Boston, I would move there promptly.
In tech news, does anyone want to pay me $2200 for my BRAND NEW MacBook Pro with extra apps and 3-year AppleCare? Because I don’t want it. I hate Apple. I need a desktop instead. I will not go into further details, suffice it to say that Apple can eat it. Let me know if you want my laptop.
What an odd time. Beautiful weather, though.