happiness

a few glimpses at the last week, from the infamous scribble book of course.

my gaze is lost in the maze of empty cans - 3.7 per person strumming or humming or singing or just gorgeously being, congregated around the big black block of wood masquerading as a table. i'm in the deluxo luxury chair. and the girl leaning on the arm has just come back with a fresh beer and beaming smile. and the girl leaning on the back of the chair is singing an enthustiastic harmony. clocks be damned. tomorrow be damned. right now makes all this life stuff make sense. worth the gruelling effort.

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right now is a good moment. i look good (never mind the 14 outfit attempts before finding the delicately perfect outfit for going to a Chopin recital, a wine and cheese that will include some colleagues, and potential (likely) late-night debauchery with the kids, while remaining stylishly sexy, in an understated way of course). i feel good. i've enjoyed a few scattered mini-conversations with handsome strangers. free cover, free beer, hugs and hugs and yet still, also, the space to be alone in my bubble to write all these pages i've written tonight. perfection.

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it's nice here.
i feel right here.
i'm at what i think is my best,
others, maybe, my worst:
drunk
disorientated
pure.

[ironically, the word drunk, above, was written as something that looks like "dirunek" on a page made ripply by spilled beer. hee hee.]