The Weekend in Plan B

I am paying homage to the weekend. It is so friggen humid out. The air is tight and no breeze. This is the first friday and there is usually an art walk and tonight there was hardly anybody out there. The mud from days of rain and the rains of today kept things down. I just did a quick walk thru so I can get my garlic mash with corn chowder and call it a party.
No reaaaal plans for the weekend. There is another art walk tomorrow night that is more pleasing to me. It has galleries that you can walk into and see art instead of being outside in this amazon jungle type weather. Even the birds said fuck this shit - I swear I heard them say it. I do want to read this weekend and chill. That is it.