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February 9, 2005

And I think everybody understands what the ‘next steps’ mean…

A week of dense fog, unreasonable february rain and stealth job interviews during lunchtimes has left me quite out of breath, with a terrible thirst, wishing for dark sunglasses and no people.

On my way to the copy machine, not returning anyone’s high-five, I couldn’t help thinking, I just don’t remember having ever been a cheerful person. And despite claims to the opposite by uninformed people, I have never been one to idealize childhood either. My earliest memories are of anguish and restlessness - dad steps on the cat’s tail, I sit in my crib, wishing to be teleported somewhere else, anywhere, etc! And this is why I’ve always got the blues.

Thanks god I have a blog, and not a see-through forehead… I need to halt this ridiculous train of thoughts. When I was younger, what always worked very well against black thoughts was to think of amusement parks, and to plan my next excursion at La Ronde (now Six Flags). As I grew older, there was always a sweet boy with piercing eyes to think of, a party to anticipate, or new records to pick up.

Now this being February I have armed myself doubly, and I summon altogether happy thoughts of tall grass, of improbable graffitis and pigeon families on high bridges and rooftops, of the 3-months liquor store strike ending this Friday at noon, of Laura Secord prices on February 15, of a Malajube or whoever else concert with music loud enough for the ringing to last me all through the week, of blue summer and speeding comets, and most especially today, of sharing grandfatherly drinks, such as the Stinger(brandy and white crème de menthe), or the Bourbon Stone Sour, with pogo.

Posted by nathalie at February 9, 2005 12:47 PM

Comments

Sweet Cho! Thank you so kindly for your warm thoughts. In these days of endless gray and cold, I would love nothing more than to sit under a sky of endless fireworks, sipping on a Singapore Sling in your delightful company. I’m glad to hear the liquor strike is finally ending, as I had been most concerned about your winter well-being… I’ve become a big fan of grandfatherly drinks of late. We should plan a picnic. I’ll bring the Sazerac.

Posted by: pogo on February 9, 2005 7:22 PM