last night April and I spent a good hour surveying two cross-dressing prostitutes whose pimp was parked below our living room window. I first spotted the ladies when I glanced out the window and saw this semi-large black woman wearing a tight, white, short jumpsuit with a sheer, flowing navy robe and thought, "now there's a prostitute." we just stared blatantly until the one looked up and saw us. instead of just turning away calmly, we dove to the floor and started laughing hysterically. then we slowly poked our heads up again but had to duck down quickly a second time. that lady had eagle eyes. in order to avoid their being able to identify us by our faces, I asked April to shut off all the lights in the house and we peered out of my bedroom window for a while, watching as they made their way from the car to the porno shop down the street and back. then, the eagle eye lady got in the pimp's car. for a while we thought she was preparing to fellate him, so we returned to the living room for the better view. that kept us rapt with attention for quite some time. we realized after about 10 minutes they were really just planning their strategy and the pimp was randomly adjusting himself. I kept hissing at April to not get so close to the window because I didn't want them to keep spotting us but she protested, "if they see me looking, I'm just going to keep on looking. I'm inside my home looking out my window. what can they do?" I however, kept seeing all these wild breaking and entering chase scenes developing in my head. they involved broken windows, the he/she prostitutes screaming in their unnaturally low voices, and a pimp shaking his fist angrily and vowing revenge. their pimp wasn't anything like that, though. he just sat there in the car, pumping them up with a pep talk or two, and snacking on the slices of pizza eagle eye brought him. after about an hour, eagle eye got in the driver's seat and drove off. they were really in the wrong neighborhood if you ask me; the porno shop is a misleading feature so I can see how they thought it'd be hot property. pity. I really wanted to see them make a score.

I thought for sure that hot, blazingly sunny weather was going to reign supreme over Chicago from now on, but at present the sky has darkened to slate grey and flashes of lightning keep interrupting my work (ie, entry typing). as long as I don't have to walk in the torrential rain on my way home, I'll be happy.