Nope, I was wrong.
I thought the poetry phase was over. It seems I was wrong. On the plus side it does seem to be getting less angsty, though it still has a ways to go before I make anything public, but it's nice to find a type of writing I thought closed to me, well, isn't.
Tonight was good. I made tasty fish with Reed and then had a good walk around South Street, and then got to hear good Irish music with Reed and Adam. Traffic was not backed up and, freshly motivated by the latest LJ meme, I enjoyed listening to Billy Joel all the way home. Everyone should go download "Christie Lee" right now. This may be the best song ever written. Go right now, I'll wait.
If anyone is going to be in the Philadelphia area this coming Wednesday (the 29th) and is over 21, from 6:00-10:00 I'm bartending at Grape Street in Manyunk. Say you're with the bartending school to dodge the cover charge. We've got $2 beers, single-alcohol drinks, and mixed shots, $5 call drinks, and $7 martinis. You should come by, it'll be fun.
It feels like there's something I should say here, though I've no idea what it is. Nothing else happened tonight, no realizations were come to, and I've nothing to rant or rave about. Nonetheless it feels like something happened recently and I should talk about it, but that's difficult when I don't know what "it" is. If anyone has any suggestions they'd be appreciated.
Tonight was good. I made tasty fish with Reed and then had a good walk around South Street, and then got to hear good Irish music with Reed and Adam. Traffic was not backed up and, freshly motivated by the latest LJ meme, I enjoyed listening to Billy Joel all the way home. Everyone should go download "Christie Lee" right now. This may be the best song ever written. Go right now, I'll wait.
If anyone is going to be in the Philadelphia area this coming Wednesday (the 29th) and is over 21, from 6:00-10:00 I'm bartending at Grape Street in Manyunk. Say you're with the bartending school to dodge the cover charge. We've got $2 beers, single-alcohol drinks, and mixed shots, $5 call drinks, and $7 martinis. You should come by, it'll be fun.
It feels like there's something I should say here, though I've no idea what it is. Nothing else happened tonight, no realizations were come to, and I've nothing to rant or rave about. Nonetheless it feels like something happened recently and I should talk about it, but that's difficult when I don't know what "it" is. If anyone has any suggestions they'd be appreciated.