I went to an engagement party last night. Two dear friends of mine, tying the little old knot.
Embarked on the tipple; wore heels that made divots in the lawn. Never learn, never fucking learn.
Some guy at the party looked at me. Looked at me. I haven’t been in a situation, in the country, I this city, in the vibe, for a while.
So I noticed. The look.
Was nice to be noticed though. Didn’t think I was more than less-invisible at this point – my doing pretty much entirely.
So a nice surprise.
This city makes me feel androgynous. By most of my doing.
I’m just asking - for this chapter - for the small particle of my life where I wish I could be elsewhere with someone I truly do love, that whatever happens, I won’t cry.
Because I only bought this on myself, sort of.
PS: I'm so hungover. And I think I slept on my arm last night, all night. It feels like it's going to fall off.