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The Girls are Pretty and the Lights are Bright
July 19, 2004, 9:42 p.m. The city is naught so beautiful as when she puts on her wet weather of the evening time. The dark night sky, the lights reflected on the wet cement, the shush-ing sound of the cars as they drive over the drenched roads. I’ve waxed lyrical about this previously, though. I love the rain, I don’t think I’ll ever complain about it. “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing,” as Billy Connolly puts it. And knee-high boots are perfect for the rain – I can walk through puddles with complete confidence now : ) For the last five weeks I’ve been meeting up with the Elf-boy and a friend of his, and sometimes Melodrama and another friend of the Elf-boy, for dinner on Monday nights. I always catch the 5:24pm bus into the city, and at some point along the journey, a woman a few months pregnant gets on. I don’t know when, because usually I’m reading or listening to music. But I see her getting off at Broadway each week. I wonder, if I continue to catch the bus each week, as I will probably do, if I’ll continue to see her belly swell. I wonder how far gone she actually is? I’m feeling very lonely at the moment, but it’s probably just PMS.
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