Familiar faces in dimly lit rooms, but most of them are not the point.
Too many people to meet, too many accidental awkward meetings with people who should not meet.
(You are trying to protect me from each other. I'll protect myself.)
Crisp night air and dried worms on the ground that usually make me cry.
Green seedless monster grapes, red wine, French braids.
(You have a temper; you are perceptive; your temper was justified.)
Exciting 3 am taxi rides on walking pavements instead of on the road.
Fashion disaster: slinky top, men's sweats, size 10 flipflops, plaid fedora, houndstooth coat.
Tipsy attempts at break dancing, tipsy attempts at Michael Jackson-type grooving.
I was not there.
(I'm sorry.)
Early mornings, beautiful sunshine, brunch with eggs Alaska and a little puppy.
(You don't know me; I don't know me.)