yesterday was just unfairly hot. it was really thickly, humidly hot. you could be sitting perfectly motionless and you’d still be aware of how incredibly hot it was. luckily, gundam has a really fabulous air conditioner. i have a/c too, but mine is sort of old and ineffectual. it’s not much better than a fan, really. so i hopped the q (which replaces the d in brooklyn, now, and the q express replaces the old q - shock!) to union square and we headed out to long island.

steve picked us up from the lirr station and we hit 7-11 on our way back to their house. outside the store there was this huge banner advertising the apparently must-taste code red slurpee - being fans of both code red AND slurpee, gundam and i were naturally thrilled. so we go inside, go over to the slurpee machine, where there’s another huge sign portraying this really happy guy sipping a code red slurpee - i think the idea here is that he’s happy because he’s sipping a code red slurpee, but i could be wrong - and our anticipation is renewed. but, but! get this: there is no code red slurpee. there’s like regular mountain dew slurpee, and fucking banana or something, but no code red! i mean, what? that’s just not fair. you don’t get someone’s hopes up like that, only to leave them hanging. gundam went over and yelled at the clerk dude, but to no avail - he mumbled something about there maybe being code red slurpee tomorrow, but i think that was more a response born of abject terror at this really tall guy with green hair yelling at him. so. no code red slurpee for us. we did, however, get regular slurpees and they were, it has to be said, pretty good. just to reiterate our indignation, though, i stole one of the signs off the slurpee machine. it’s in my bag right now. that’ll learn ‘em.

so we got back to gundam’s and steve’s house and we geeked around for a while; gundam made a valiant effort at preparing something involving pasta and peas, but it was not meant to be. we watched american psycho again - sober this time! so that was good. we had to get up entirely too early this morning to catch the train back to manhattan with carmine, but at least it’s less hot today. it rained, too, so it’s almost nice out, even.

a word about that bottom camstill: the got root hoodie was sent to me by tycho, who might just be the best tycho ever. all those other tychos - forget about them. they don’t even come close. the pants are actually gundam’s - i, uh, borrowed them.