So this rather pretty woman is dry humping my leg.
I am a bit distracted: I've put my beer down to tell a story to some friends. I like to throw my arms around when I tell stories. I put it down to an Italian heritage.
Apparently some people take it as an invitation. Well, one person does. Actually, this is the first time someone has. I'm not complaining.
Did I mention there is a woman dry humping my leg?
The music is good. Very good. The company is good. Very good.
The woman is a very good dancer. She sways like a cobra. Hypnotic.
It's been a long time since I've been to Sydney. And a longer time since I've been to Oxford Street.
I've forgotten just how bohemian the crowd is. Kinsela's is archetypical.
She rubs my back, grabs my arms, squeezes and tells me to relax.
She wants to dance.
My friends push me away. I thought my story was entertaining. Apparently they are more interested in seeing whether or not I can dance. Perhaps they have my interests at heart?
I dance.
Surprise! I have Rhythm! I can Dance!
I stop and go back to my friends. They frown at me.
There is a rather pretty woman dry humping my leg.
Again.
She pulls me away from my friends "DANCE!"
I dance. I spin her round. She bites my neck. We dance.
I go back to my friends.
One of them punches me in the arm. Hard.
It is not a friendly punch.
The girl leaves in disgust.
We have another drink. We leave.
I find a pair of sunglasses. The are blue. They don't go with what I'm wearing.
I put them on.
It dawns on me that I have just fucked up.
What a magnificent night!
I ♥ Sydney. Really. I can NOT wait to go back there.
DO WANT. NOW.
Oh, Kurt Elling was just brilliant. I pity all those that didn't go.
I am a bit distracted: I've put my beer down to tell a story to some friends. I like to throw my arms around when I tell stories. I put it down to an Italian heritage.
Apparently some people take it as an invitation. Well, one person does. Actually, this is the first time someone has. I'm not complaining.
Did I mention there is a woman dry humping my leg?
The music is good. Very good. The company is good. Very good.
The woman is a very good dancer. She sways like a cobra. Hypnotic.
It's been a long time since I've been to Sydney. And a longer time since I've been to Oxford Street.
I've forgotten just how bohemian the crowd is. Kinsela's is archetypical.
She rubs my back, grabs my arms, squeezes and tells me to relax.
She wants to dance.
My friends push me away. I thought my story was entertaining. Apparently they are more interested in seeing whether or not I can dance. Perhaps they have my interests at heart?
I dance.
Surprise! I have Rhythm! I can Dance!
I stop and go back to my friends. They frown at me.
There is a rather pretty woman dry humping my leg.
Again.
She pulls me away from my friends "DANCE!"
I dance. I spin her round. She bites my neck. We dance.
I go back to my friends.
One of them punches me in the arm. Hard.
It is not a friendly punch.
The girl leaves in disgust.
We have another drink. We leave.
I find a pair of sunglasses. The are blue. They don't go with what I'm wearing.
I put them on.
It dawns on me that I have just fucked up.
What a magnificent night!
I ♥ Sydney. Really. I can NOT wait to go back there.
DO WANT. NOW.
Oh, Kurt Elling was just brilliant. I pity all those that didn't go.
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I bought new socks. To go with the fountain pen... (?) No, I'm not that sad. But the having of both of these things makes me happy. I'm a fucking mess with a fountain pen but I stick with it because I believe it's sexier... although not so sexy to get ink alllll over your hands and then look like you have gangrene.
And really, I just talk shit, it's nothing fast or profound. It is, I grant you, copious, and maybe that requires a stonger stomach than one would think...? But thanks for the offer, I dare say I need to do a trade-in on some of my existing friends on that front.
xxx
God, that was the best taste...ever!
I just wish you could have captured the exact moment when I released the catch on my tourniquet and slumped face first into my dinner...