I thought "Hooray!" was going to be my reaction. I missed Open Streets last year, as I was at a wedding reception. So, I'd been really looking forward to today for quite some time.
Things didn't start too terribly well. I walked out the door to meet W and her wee H at the Uptown Market, and I was dodging fucking bicycles on the sidewalk. Because of course, if the street is closed to vehicle traffic, your best choice for bicycling is the sidewalk.
That's actually my biggest complaint about Open Streets. My only complaint, really. It's not pedestrian friendly. You'd think it would be, right? Or am I crazy? In addition to being forced to share the sidewalk with cyclists, we were forced off the sidewalks and into the street in a number of places because there was shit set up on the sidewalks and you couldn't use them. Then you had to brave the streets with the fucking kids clipping you, people going the wrong way and just generally not having any fucking clue as to what they should do.
After the Uptown Market (which was pretty damn disappointing and claustrophobic in its new location) and breakfast at French Meadow, I parted ways with W and H. I stopped in the house briefly to drop off my veggies and get some cool air.
Then I traipsed down to Belle Weather, where I bought the super cute bag below, along with earrings and sunglasses (I left my sunglasses at the home of KayGee and The Prison Librarian [who is no longer a prison librarian, by the by] last night and didn't much care for the pair I had handy ... and I also wanted a new pair).
On my way either down to Belle Weather or on my way home, I saw the DFL was having a picnic at Painter Park and Retribution Gospel Choir was playing. How did I not know that? I braved the heat (it was 92, for fuck's sake) to go, which meant I didn't get any damn work done. I mean, I had plenty of time after I got home, since I didn't go searching for Macho Man. The heat just sapped my will to do anything.
So, I learned that doing much other than observing Open Streets from my deck is a bad idea. I actually have my plan all set up for next year in my head. I got the idea from someone across the street. I'm gonna put out a dog bowl that will have a constantly-refreshed supply of cool water, and I will have a pantload of dog treats. I'll set up in the front yard and I will get to pet ALL THE DOGS. It's gonna be bad. ass. y'all.