Wet Wet Wet

It was moist without being wet, at least when I left the house. Work and cleaning and even eating had to wait. The little flatbar and manny pad at the back of the bridge had dancers camped out all over it, but I politely encouraged them not to sit on the the rail so that I would skate it. Twice, someone came over and sat down on it anyway, and once, I accidentally elbowed someone in the back who wandered in front. There is a sort total lack of situational awareness that I've only encountered in Taiwan. They weren't actually trying to even be rude; they were so astonishingly selfish that they didn't notice another human being was doing something on a place where they'd like to sit. Good thing I never complain. I would have a lot to say about how rude Taiwanese people are.

I did at least get some ** *********s back, and then moved on to the pyramid, where I got a pathetic little *****, but progress is progress. IS and a friend showed up, then CL and SC and PJ and some other guys I know but not very well. It was cozy until it started raining, then it got cozier, because the bridge is still dusty and the moisture made the ground more than a bit slick. SC wanted to walk north after lights out, so I accompanied him past a parking garage with what smelled like a burning car in it. We hacked for about a block.