Friday

On Friday, go with Dave to Brighton Beach. Stop on Brighton Avenue to purchase poppy rolls--rolls look like have ground up bits of chocolate inside and am very excited. Walk down to beach, which is perfect temperature. Sand clean other than pieces of glass. Dave a good friend, i.e. does not require me to play Frisbee or similar, instead, allows us spread out blanket, Read, and Swim when Get too Hot. Dave has lost weight and gained muscle tell him so. He says, Let's go swimming. Water temperature refreshing without being cold. Use Total Immersion techniques in ocean. Feel like Fish. Emerge from water and talk with Dave about movie. Dave knows about movie, because cuts the Director's hair. Director turns out to be somebody somewhat famous and there is one very famous actress and two semi famous actors. Feel silly that hadn't figured this out on own, but blame the Contessa. Had thought that the movie very small and unimportant becuase own portion of script very bad. Even though when think about it, own conversation with coffee person very ruduimentary, limited to Yes, Please or No, Thank you, Have a Nice Day which would make for exeedingly dull script. But still have doubts about script. Dave and I unwrap our rolls. What thought was chocolate is chopped up raisins. Try not to be disappointed. Dave and I talk about the large Russian ladies, the pigeons (haven't ever seen pigeons on a beach before and brain causes me to look at pigeons and think, What strange Seagulls!), we also talk about whether or not Dave should cut my hair before the movie. Dave thinks yes. Firmly decline. Go swimming again and have very brief moment of extreme dismay when find self with plastic shoppingn bag wrapped around forearm. Soak in the sun and feel body producing prodigious amounts of Vitamin D. Am very happy.