the time of day, not a person, alas, but while i was subdued and did not dance, the party is winding down... i bought twelve pizzas cuz nobody really brought any food and a twelve hour beer-games party needs some actual food and not just snacks for me... papa john's in mt. dora likes me... this was the first private home drinking dancing party i've been to in many years and i must admit, i was feeling older, partly cuz i don't like drinking much in the first place and only sometimes dance and only when i am feeling my abs (which has been more than a decade)... but mostly it was cuz of the belly bloat and lack of stamina (compared to the 20 year olds and where i used to be)... the abs, dammit, that's getting old...
still, fun and a few of us are crashing here (i've got softball practice with the sunday team on this side of town in a few hours)... all that is missing is the cuddling... welll, and a few other sharings too... we are having too much fun though...
... upon reading the title ... I DID think that you were commenting on a person. Old habits die hard.
ReplyDeletehaven't seen or heard from her since the brief flame burned out... i still look for that poem she sent me way back then now and then that went something like when a man is alone too long...
ReplyDeleteand the waterboys and other music still reverberate when i remember...
so many memories locked in storage, no wonder someone like me is still alone, the disconnect is in the way...
did you know this would happen?