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Ships in the night Location: 7AM yest, stumbling home Mood: hoping Music: Hey Snowflake! What 'cha doin on Arlington Place?  Me: Ships in the night? Her: I'm sorry what? Me: (laughing) My mistake...thought you were someone else.Friday, go to a party thrown by Jenny and friends - they hired a bartender and had an open bar. Sweeeeeet. Saturday, spend the day roaming the hood with with HEI. We end up having a wind-tunnel-like lunch at the Boat Basin. She's all sorts of lovely. Saturday night, go to a friend's b-day party. Meet someone I swear is the Ship In the Night Girlie. Her: It sounds like it could be me, but I don't remember. Me: (disappointed) Then it wasn't you. Her: How do you know it wasn't me?Me: Cause you'd remember a fella like me. Her: That's awfully egotistical of you.Me: (sighing) Don't mean it to be. But it's true. She and I hang out with Paul and WM til six in the morning. We finish up the night at a French bistro downtown as the run rises. Lose my phone - ugh. That's a whole entry in itself. Don't get into bed until 7AM. Wake up a little while later and run in the rain to meet up for a memorial lunch for Mike. His sister gives me an envelope fulla singles; said she wanted me to hand them out to anyone that asked for help cause Mike woulda liked that. Said I would. Hop off to church where I meet a girl from Holland and end up walking this girl Beth home - she's involved but fun company. Give her the nickel tour before we run into Jenny and some other people 'round the way. Finally get a few moments to think. Wonder if I'll ever see Ship in the Night Girl again. Stupid isn't it? You see a girl for a moment and she's in your head weeks later? Her: (to WM) Your friend's so peculiar. (to me) You're so peculiar. Maybe I am the Ship in the Night Girl. Me: You're not, but thanks. (taking her hand) We'll be friends, yeah? Her: Yes.There're numbers I'll never get again in that phone I lost. Seems like more ships pass me in the night than I thought. ---------- Ran into my friend Christianne tonight too. Here's a story about her or you can just listen to her sing to you now...  Labels: choices, church, mike, New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Mike Location: writing this with a glass of rum for Mike Mood: grateful Music: Well, if it rains, I don't care Don't make no difference to me  An older guy, he looked like he was 45. He had a six-pack! Paul and I joked all the time that he looked better than botha us. He was a student in my fencing class; 65 years old and still training hard. I remember that when everything went down with me, so many people said, Well, the only way is up. Which is yet another one of those sayings that only has the air of truth but no real truth to it - dude, there's always more room for down. Always. Mike didn't say that; he said: I'm an old man, I've seen a lotta things. You never know what Life will give you, but good or bad, you take it anyway. We live in a Cliff's Notes society where we know the punchlines, but never the whole saying:
No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manner of thine own Or of thine friend's were. Each man's death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee. Mike, you bastard, you made a room fulla grown men with pointy sticks and aggression issues cry. We're diminished. I hope when I go, I'm half the man you were. Labels: goodbye, john donne, mike Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 6 comments ::
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