After cleaning ourselves up - rubbing alcohol (against poison ivy) and interestingly hot water and soap (oh, you know, all the stuff that goes with soiled tissue paper, used condoms - 100's and 100's - and god knows what else) - at home after our trashorama in the Midwood in Prospect Park today I mixed mega, like, mega mojitos, with terrace mint. Then we felt clean.
Chatted to the cat. Made pork tonnato. Picked some roses. Cos that's all there is, really.
Fodde? Afrikaans slang for pooped. Tuckered out, on an elemental level. Finished. Klaar.