Read Venus in Furs this week and have been having the most incredibly bizarre dreams as a result. My thoughts have been overtaken with a peculiar brand of sadomasochism, it seems. Have just woken up with a start only to see that it's barely 5 in the morning and I'm parched... a result no doubt of drinking 3 bourbons earlier. Yikes.
A fascinating Thursday night it was. Spontaneously hopped over to my favorite bar in the city, a jazz dive a mere block and a half down the street from me. Live jazz every night of the week and a delicious bohemian patronage reminiscent of the beatnik scene. I love it. Can't help but meet a colorful cast of characters each time I go, this time being no exception. Also happened upon two friends I hadn't seen since high school - a good many years, which seems both odd and somewhat gratifying. Aha... we have all moved on at last. I love those unexpected reunions, am genuinely thrilled and interested to catch up, rediscover a fantastic personality, sense that unspoken bond of having grown up together in our little midwestern hometown bubble... which seems so far away but really... isn't, I guess.
Can already sense the bourbon headache, though. Paired with the strange dream that I can only vaguely recall.
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Those are the best nights...well I prefer to live it then dream it but then wake up and wonder if I drempt it..if that makes sense.
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