What was missing from Saturday:
- That evening a robbery occurred in the building - somebody went through the packages in the lobby, stealing the "valueables" which didn't amount to much, luckily. They also went up to a few floors and stole packages outside the doors of some of the apartments.
- In addition to my standing Saturday evening call with my high school friends, I decided to participate in a Gay Club Quarantine "Dance" party. Going from 6 to midnight on a Saturday, but available for a shorter duration every night, it was offered via Zoom and on the night I attended had over 200 rooms participating, each with 1 to 5 attendees. As a series of rotating DJ's circulated through, the host would feature each room from 15 to 30 seconds, allowing them a chance to strut their stuff while being encouraged by chatters on the side. It was a hoot.
- I also thought it would be a great time to drink copious amounts of alcohol.
- In a drunken state, I navigated the buildings social media re: the robberies, the gay quarantine and my friends checking it all out. Which all would have been fine and dandy had I not forgotten...
Sunday:
I arose with a clatter at 10.40am with a ferocious hangover. Travis and I mutually realized that we had to be at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan-side, by 11am in order to meet another couple. Our first social corona-outing, and we were about to be late. This caused me minimal stress - being a little late is expected in Manhattan, but Travis still struggles with this concept. He "encouraged" me to get ready as quickly as possible, so I quickly showered, threw on an outfit and walked out with him towards the bridge.
Of course our friends have been in Manhattan long enough to understand that being late (and flexible) are inherent to living in the big city. Three blocks from the bridge when we noticed that they had texted us, letting us know we would meet up in Brooklyn instead.
As a result of our rushing out the door, we failed to realize the extent of our planned outing. For some reason I thought they only wanted to meet for a moment or two, say hi, then go on with their distanced day. Which in my state, was not going to be an issue.
Instead, we ended up Citibiking all the way to Red Hook and engaged in what will most likely become the new norm - a socially-distanced brunch in a park occurring early enough in the day that at it's conclusion an entire half of the day still existed! This included pizza, 3 drinks (+1 free shot) each, and a key lime pie.
It wasn't until I got home that I realized the error in my/our ways. We failed to put on tanning lotion and subsequently I got one of the worst sunburns I have had in years. So bad that I barely slept on Sunday night. Every turn aggravated my skin, which led to a sleepless night.
