The days were long and sometimes lonely, but it was a pleasant kind of loneliness. Perhaps loneliness is not the right word at all... aloneness. Sometimes I wondered what I was doing there at all.But the nights, short as they were, brimmed with laughter and good times. Countless funny little episodes as we gazed at the wonderful weirdness that is Dali, huddled laughing in a tiny theatre, or sunk into a couch in a bar and laughed at the antics of fellow drinkdancers.
On those short nights, I didn't wonder, was just glad that I was there at all.
5 comments:
Glad you had a good time in my town. When are you moving down?
It's a good city. And don't know - it could happen. Wouldn't be for a while yet though.
Fun fun! :-)
Are you being more morose than usual. Did I miss something? I linked to you on my blog fina-fucking-lly.
You haven't missed anything, BVV... no hang on you've missed heaps. Whatever. Going to post my most recent Grumpy colummn shortly. I'll show you Bemorose.
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