baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - So, we'd been together for a lovely 3 hours before the first fight. 1) Jogging down the pier and to the pink hotel. Doing a yoga pose in front on the waterfront. 2) A tour of the fine arts museum that featured an exhibit on japanese art I believe. The three-paneled drawings depicting the news of the day were very interesting. 3) Finding myself asking the best of questions-even before my first meeting. A new confidence had settled in. 4) The Museum-the hallucinagenic (sic?) Toreador. (what's up with numbers, dude?) 5) Meeting L for the first time. Wow-what a great, great lady. I was quite smitten my friends. Quite. 6) Meeting M and T. 7) Coming off like a jerk in two course of two questions. God. What an asshole. Must stop thatr behavior. Stop now. 8) There's so mucn more-the dancing, the drinking, the imagined potential of a one night stand...this makes it sound much more questionable than it was. It's not. But, those things happened-at least from my vantage point. The jazz band. "I knew you were special when you fist walked up." Told to me by a man in his 50s-a fine gentleman of friendly-ilk-who sat with a jazz band comprising of two nylon string guitars and a stand-up bass. Angus Young and Ms. OC Redhaed. The late night walk to school-where my nervousness and paranoya left me hot and sticky with sweats. Playing piano by the moonlight. More later. Must go. 5:18 p.m. - 2005-10-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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