Totally the year of the Mothras...
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
Medium Canadian Party
Zrelak and I had a party once, where we made beer formulas to decide how much beer to buy, yes on a whiteboard. But those were the good old days of working at an ISP. We share birthdays.
We decided on a Medium Canadian Party, not too big, not to small and I cannot remember why on earth we wanted to be Canadian.
That was oh.. 11 years ago?
This year, we are all grown up. Hah. We had dinner with Zrelak and his amazing wife at my favorite little spot, the Red Fox Room. We drank and ate steak and I had just a wonderful night.
We decided on a Medium Canadian Party, not too big, not to small and I cannot remember why on earth we wanted to be Canadian.
That was oh.. 11 years ago?
This year, we are all grown up. Hah. We had dinner with Zrelak and his amazing wife at my favorite little spot, the Red Fox Room. We drank and ate steak and I had just a wonderful night.
There were dirty sailors, and baby making music and strawberry mojitos and lemon drops. The dance floor was pitch black, with only the sound of my heels, and the low whispers, trying to remain hushed. I hear the word was sent like a game of telephone and I was rendered a keeper and all was well. We wandered thru the rest of our weekend in a haze. Conversations are at length, stares are focused, and I am so enveloped.
They say your 40s are where it is at... So far so good. It sure is nice to feel again.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Oh The Frank....
Juxtaposed in each moment's sight
Everything that I ever saw
And my one delight
Nothing can strike me in such awe
Mouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks
Always it will soothe
Rarer none are the precious cheeks
Is the size of each sculpted tooth
Each lip and each eye
Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought
And softest neck where always do I
Lay my clumsy thoughts
She is that most lovely art
Happy are my mind, and my soul, and my heart.
Everything that I ever saw
And my one delight
Nothing can strike me in such awe
Mouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks
Always it will soothe
Rarer none are the precious cheeks
Is the size of each sculpted tooth
Each lip and each eye
Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought
And softest neck where always do I
Lay my clumsy thoughts
She is that most lovely art
Happy are my mind, and my soul, and my heart.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Roll Down the Window & Let the Wind Blow Back Your Hair
The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
Springsteen
Friday, March 20, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
You've Been Tearing Me Up in the Dead of Night
Working on a feeling
Breaking down the ceiling
Digging up a deep end
Freezing on the beaches
Reaching for the sweetest, sweetest peaches
Breaking down the ceiling
Digging up a deep end
Freezing on the beaches
Reaching for the sweetest, sweetest peaches
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