Do Not Enter Zone
Finding the right thing to do to beat the refugee blues – we went back to the Gypsy Tea Room to see Built to Spill and were pleasantly entertained by three bands, The Walkmen and BTS as well as an ensemble at the beginning. We had stopped to get P first and have some cocktails at his house – the ten year gin was excellent and kicked the evening off right – unlike the the last excursion that began with tension on a skillet and then scattered into just relative disappointment. I mean Lucinda was good but she was too good in the words of L where there was no reason to have seen her live. The band before her was terrible and the crowd was apathetic. This was much more in keeping with good concert vibes. The Walkmen singer reminded me of Wade and his Do Not Enter song – think it was Stop Talking or something along those lines. N and I wore our boots and I had my longhorn buckle – there are parts of Texas that I’m willing to take home with me.
Afterwards I needed food – HOT DOG, we wound up at The Diner around from P’s house. Our waitress was a Divine look alike and when I caught a glance of her sucking down the whipped cream from the aerosole can while hiding behind the ice tea cooler I felt like it was indeed a John Water’s moment. I had just keyed up the jukebox when I returned to find everyone had wailed on their master burgers and tater tots – there were no hot dogs. Yum, tots with mayonaise, things to adore.
Went to sleep last night and had vivid randy dreams that made me wake up smiling. It’s all in the mind, you just need to flip it – as S has so often said to me when she has had a little wine in her. You just need to flip it.
Yesterday and this morning W came running in and put his hands on my neck and said “oh, you feel so warm I could just keep my hands here all day.” The sales guy yesterday at Leddy’s who had eyes that were as green as Kim Possible’s – who asked me if I am a Scorpio and said his birthday is November 7 – I told him that happened to be a day I hold very dear and suddenly we both felt the connection as he walked me down the street – he couldn’t stay away and I understood when he told me his birthday. I wrote before it’s a kiss that will turn you, but think the eyes have powerful tug – if you connect there then you can work your way through the rest so easily.
When I think of what I would do or could do it makes me feel like Kim Possible.
September 29th, 2005 at 4:52 am
Always catchy, draws you in, and hard to stop reading when I see a new piece.