Not my bag, baby

We had a block party yesterday.

I stayed long enough to have a hot dog and a cookie.

So many things are aligned against me as far as block parties go, I guess I am glad I made it 45 minutes.

First things first: I hear poorly. And with noise in the background, I hear worse than poorly. Few people are at my level either.

But perhaps, worst of all: I am not a parent.

So I went home and watched Doctor Who.