An ironic symbol considering the lack of unlocked public bathrooms, and the large number of homeless in Pershing Square.
I'm hanging out in Pershing Square, waiting for the BFF to finish up her bidness meeting.
There's an interesting combination of business people, trannies, fashion slaves, farmers' market enthusiasts, homeless people, gangbangers, boot whores and shoppers in the Square.
Apparently, it takes a city of angels for all these peeps to get along. Now if my sweet angel would hurry up with her meeting we could continue home......
It was only supposed to take an hour, but it's already been an hour and thirty minutes.
Judging by her last expletive text, "f+*!" I can tell things aren't going well, she never texts the Ef Bomb....
The BFF worked HARD all day yesterday, save for our dawn patrol Trestles surf sesh, working until ten o'clock last night. But waiting isn't so bad when I'm making mad passionate love with Trestles, versus being asked for money by indigents every five minutes.
I'm no city girl, Calgon take me home, or at least to the beach, where the scenery is much more tanned.
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