Happy (or at least reflective)

Fourth! Now the morning after. Freedom (aka unstructured time) continues. So many thoughts, so many visits in my mind to very different areas. Where am I now?
  Yesterday: Everything centered around the cookout at South fourth in the early afternoon. This, by the way, will be the final one, in light of the place's closing on the 31st. Such solid relationships with the people there---hard to believe that this will end in less then a month. Anyway, it was hot, cityboy did not want to take a train going either a) under the tunnel like the L, or b) over the ground, like the J, so he settled for the A, and got off at the Nostrand stop. From there, a jump on the select 44 going south to the bridge. Good idea, one person seeing my Brooklyn is Not For Sale shirt, asked to take a picture of it, and took an interest in the BAN movement. and I arrived conveniently at the Bar. There a series of conversations, first with my good friend Kathy (the second one in two days actually) and then a long one with Clint, who I have known for about 8 years. We discussed practically everything from the state of the opera to the enormous monoliths opening near the bar, and what that meant for the future. Time was filled well, which was the point. When it was over, the plan was to check out the syndicated Bar on bushwick, to see if I was on time for their movie (the second Invasion of the Body Snatchers)  or get some ice coffee to cool off.
 As I arrived on the L, caught a glimpse of a young woman who looked familiar, it was Elena, who is now a Junior at Friends. I descended the stairs to the platform first, she came down a second later, and we greeted each other---she seemed very happy to see me. Unfortunately she was going back into Manhattan, while I was heading east, so we had very little time to talk, but I was happy that a lot of warmth was shared between us. Looking forward to seeing her ( and many othrers in her class) in September.
 Arriving in Bushwick, I was completely sweaty, nevertheless I got off at the Morgan stop and walked to syndicated, only to find out that the movie had already begun. So what next?  Back on the L, one stop to Jefferson, only to find a bit of chaos at Cobra, but still in desperate need of an ice coffee (and a bathroom to change into a less sweaty shirt) I found a new place, actually only a block and a half away, also on Wycoff. Yes, the neverending growth of Bushwick continues, new coffee places and an outside bar within blocks of five other coffee places and a million (so it seems) other  bars. The coffee place was very congenial, I read some of Ibsen's The Master Builder (an amazing piece!) but fatigue was really setting in, and by 7, I had no choice to return to the UWS. Return trip was uneventful, so by 8 or so, was pretty tired. A restless sleep in the night, and an awakening into this new and (I hope) interesting day.
  Just got a ticket for a theater project on Saturday evening; a group called Saint Fortune, I know some of their members. Today the plan is, after returning home, to go to Brooklyn, first to their library, and second, to check out Five Boroughs the bar in Sunset Park where I had a great time after my last visit to Target Margin theater, five blocks away. Of course the great time was because of the company, not the bar, but the latter seemed very friendly and inviting. Will I make it? Tune in tomorrow.