This photo is well exposed because the sun is three feet away
So, would people be down for a blog meetup on Friday, 6ish at Barefoot? Not this Friday, which is RoyalTho, but next Friday, the 17th of March. I say Friday rather than a weekday because hanging out at Barefoot generally leaves me borderline retarded the day after. The downside is that people may show up freaking late or not at all as they need to go out that night, but I dunno. Tell me if you have a better idea. Just as an example, I had a couple of bottles of wine at the Foot last night, went elsewhere to watch the Oscar’s and woke up in fine form this morning. Forgot entirely about an AM meeting, dashed out, nursed a gentle hangover with weak tea and tried to extract five minutes of actionable info out of a one hour of, shall we say, content. Without getting angry. And I almost did it. It’s PM now and I still feel slightly twitchy and pickled in arrack. And that is why the meetup will be on a Friday.
I actually did get what I needed out of the meeting, so not like I’m derelict or what. Walked over to see Prabhath to give him a quick brief, and to see what the guy actually looks like. Left the car at home and walked through Vihara Maha Devi to the orifice. I like walking cause you can actually feel the city, but I get so freaking hot and my shirts looks like I’m lactating. Bactating, moreso. Have to take 20 minutes of maternity leave in the A/C to look presentable. Vihara Maha Devi is apparently not meant for walking through, cause the gate was closed on the other side. There was also a fully naked kid looking at me through his legs and, how do you say, tiny penis. Which was odd. Then his mother points me to a gap in the gate that I can fit through, and I slip out past her laundry drying on the lawn.
A pedestrian in Colombo is more baked flan than flaneur, that is, walking is not a leisure activity. In March the sun and pollution make Colombo a greenhouse and makes me want to die. Feels like, uhhhh, can’t think of any metaphors, it’s so fucking hot. You can stroll for maybe 15 minutes before sweat soaks through your T-Shirt and starts dripping down your brow. Show up at meetings looking like the melty man. Feel better in the car, cleaner, cooler, but my contact with the city is limited to hopping in and out of A/C controlled oasises. Oasies. Es. There’s more stuff on the street, more people, little shops I never saw, posters, advertisements. Pettah/Fort is the best, the bustle, the noises, the music. You’d never notice the beggars on That-Street-Paradise-Road-Is-On, but they’re there. There’s elephants in the park, a stinky horse on the corner and a streetchild in a hammock up a tree. And this is on a main street. You miss that in a car, living in a world of wormholes between home, office, and the back pages of The Leisure Times. That’s just how it is here, but I miss the street sometimes. Blah blah blah, something witty, this is over.
Anyways, tell me if a meetup on Friday the 17th at 6 is kosher. I’d like to see everybody.