Sitting on the balcony of our hotel room in Miami:
watching scuffles on the Metro platform yonder
earnestly looking into people's condos and onto their balconies
silently willed the couple making out on the rooftop pool in front of us to start having sex, but ended up scaring them away instead (I guess it's uncomfortable being blatantly watched by a pregnant lady sitting in an office chair eating Ding Dongs?)
listening like what the fuck to the sounds of what can only be described as "monkey wailings," until about fifteen minutes later when my husband pointed out a small figure had jumped onto a balcony ledge, followed by a normal-sized figure who coaxed it down; and even though it was sitting on the ledge on its hind legs, I can't be convinced it was a monkey and not a cat - but I'd love to whole-heartedly believe otherwise
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