My bed is so badass. My dad bought some wood and built it in the room in my last house. Then he sawed it apart so we could get it out. It sat in the minivan with my mattress and desk for a couple weeks until I could move in to my new place. He bought more wood and wood blue and nails and screws and such and reassembled and reinforced it. It's like a Frankenstein bed, all full of bolts and screws. But it didn't fall apart when we put the mattress on it and I slept on it one night. So we're in business.
Went to State Theater's Urban Arts Festival. Great music and food and vendors. The Band Called Fuse played. It'd been a while since I heard a woman with a real voice. Their female lead singer is amazing. Bolo Flow, a reggaeton artist from Puerto Rico, also performed. He was the last act. By that time, it was emptying out. But there was this one girl, a diehard fan. She clearly wanted to dance and her friends didn't. So she and I danced and got some free CD's out of it. Some middle-aged women in broad-brimmed sunhats were wiggling their hips to the music, too, as was an older couple. There were also graffiti artists who made a beautiful mural.
I finally returned my library books. They weren't due for another week but it had been killing me. Feels nice to have gotten rid of them.
At work, we cleaned the outside tanks. What should have taken 3 hours took pretty much the whole day. There were holes in the hoses and the lid was dirty and the seal was leaky and there is unrest in the Middle East. But the tanks did get clean (I had to go inside one of them - pretty warm in there).
On my way home from work, I got stuck behind a Johnny-on-the-Spot trailer. Umm. Gross?
Dinner at Pithari in Highland Park. Best baklava ever. I mean, you can actually cut it pretty easily rather than struggling to get the darn knife through the piece.
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