(I've included a song at the end of this that you can click and play as you read along)
On Sunday night, I DVRd ABC's "Pan Am" because of an ad I saw on the internet. The show was as commercial as you might expect, but the sets and the women were pretty. I heard Bobby Darin's "Mack the Knife" on the show and hijacked it immediately following, but "Beyond the Sea" may be a better song, so I've included it here.
The photo is from the Prodigal Girl. She was in Sweden for some fashion "thing." I can't make heads nor tales of such things, but she said it was like going to camp. She made lasting relationships, she said. Oh, my. . . .
Yesterday a bold, pretty young woman took my phone number and gave me hers. Lunch, she said. I think this gives me permission. I mean, I've never asked a woman out, as I've said, so calling her wouldn't actually be the first move, would it? Besides, she's from another country in Eastern Europe. I don't know.
Drug Skinny has bailed on me. . . thank god. It was exciting to think about, but I was afraid of it, truly.
Tomorrow I must look right. I get a longevity award in front of a congress of the factory.
"How'd you do it?" they'll ask.
"Sloth," I will tell them.
A crisp white shirt untucked, newish jeans, a crocodile belt (which no one will see) and shoes, and a linen jacket, I think. If I only had that unlined silk/wool jacket from Canali. . . . Well. . . I'm just trying to keep up. The Prodigal Girl would laugh. I'll tell you why some day.
Life continues in such strange and fantastic ways. For awhile, anyway.
There was wine in a cup of gold
ReplyDeleteand a girl of fifteen from Wu,
her eyebrows painted dark
and with slippers of red brocade.
If her conversation was poor
how beautifully she could sing!
Together we dined and drank
until she settled in my arms.
Behind curtains
embroidered with lotuses,
how could I refuse
the temptation of her advances.
Li Bai 701-762
(don't worry we'll get back to the winesongs soon).
Oh. . . you know my weaknesses.
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