Park Place

On Sunday, Kathypath and I worked at the book market all day. The Aussie came to say hello, and ended up hanging out for several hours. It was relaxing and not-so-busy, and I took a bit of a break in the park next door. There I ran into an old friend, and he came back afterwards to visit with us. We called TheBoy, who showed up 30 minutes later. Some errands were run, and pretty soon we were an oddly assorted quintet of people drinking wine in the park after a day at the market.

Somewhere after the fifth glass or so, the park police began blowing whistles to signify the park's closing. I'm not sure who had the brilliant idea to hide in the bushes, but before I could really think twice, I was stifling giggles to avoid being spotted. Stupidly, our "hiding spot" was about ten feet away from the park offices, but we were (miraculously) never caught. I'm still not sure what we would have said had they seen us.

There was a magic moment around 23.00 when I realized we genuinely had the entire park to ourselves. The boys had gone in search of food (they jumped the grill and got pizza to go), so the girls and I went rolling down the hills in our underpants. We climbed trees and giggled and sang Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of our lungs. A light rain began to fall and I mumbled, while looking up at the sky from my spot on the grass, "This night is beautiful."

Of course, and hour later when TheBoy began puking and people received freaky phone calls and the entire evening took a rather sour turn, I began to question whether magic is really good or evil. But still: I'm digging this hiding-in-the-park thing.