I went over to Sip tonight for Sip and Spin (it was eclectic mix of wines and a lot of nice old Frank Sinatra spinning) and I sat in the window and watched the goings on. I had just missed TL who said he was going to bed at 8:30 tonight having not gotten any sleep last night – I said welcome to my world. G was out of with B. And none of the usual cohorts were around so I stared out the window and tried to be inconspicuous.
B asked where all my friends were and I said “dunno” and went back to my position of staring out the window. Sometimes it’s nice to just act like you are in a foreign city sitting alone, staring out the window, alone with your thoughts – fending off impulses.
T said his hernia disappeared or never really materialized and now he thinks he has sleep apnea – welcome to your 40s folks – like my friend Steven used to say in Marin – “Your 40s are when your bodies fall apart, and your 50s are when you don’t remember they are falling apart.” Whatyagonnado?
When I walked out I ran right into A and M – Steve worked for A in 1995 – he looked better than he has for a while now – they were walking their dog around the neighborhood – he said architectural work postKatrina has been weird, very strange. I imagine so – architectural work is always weird, pretty strange.