last night while slouning

... in the river park - I noticed my friend Sharks observation that everyone's young in your neighborhood except you - is more right than wrong. I thought the percentage was more like 65/35 but viewing what I viewed with this question in mind -  it's more like 88/12 ... or  even maybe. 92/8 . 

all these nubile bodies racing round along the Hudson. and even better - last night ... a dance party on the pier ... called Dance is Love. It was like that semi-cheesey final scene in Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice - where the party jumps into the pool as What the World Needs Now plays on the soundtrack. 

about two hundred I'd say fab faces and fashion and combos and moves ... one guy especially. If a guy effortlessly rocks a pork pie hat - hold on. white t under a light brown felty vest with a wine red satin back and jeans and he swayed and jumped and dove onto the boards and mimed pulling himself off by the back of his collar and he knew the crowd wanted more and he gave it to us plenty. 

one of those moments that makes you silly with your fortunate life. affirmed my belief that you can't be sad and dance at the same time. plenty of time for that later. such sweet, sexy, happy faces in this time of deep trouble and wrong. 

maybe my favorite summer '25 moment.  dancing for an hour is way more fun than plain old jogging. even the word is old and wrong. need a new word ... like sloun maybe.