Last Friday evening, before Fresh Hell played “It’s Fun to Smoke Dust” (see post below), you could have found us at a packed bar in Union Square. There we had discussed, among other things, Florida. Specifically, how much we hate Florida. “See,” Fresh said, “when I think about Florida, I don’t feel so bad about global warming . . . Florida is just going to go away.”
I shook my head. “Ah, Fresh. You really do know how to push buttons, don’t you?”
“Come on, now!”
She had a point, I suppose. Maybe part of a point.
Anyhow, like I said, the bar was crowded. A birthday party had gathered at the end, and the hostess asked Fresh and me if we wouldn’t mind moving down, so we did. We talked some more, and then I had to go off to the loo.
Three women, friends, were already in the stalls when I arrived, and they were gushing about one of the friend’s upcoming vacation.
“Aren’t you excited about going to Disney?”
“Yes! It’s going to be so great. I know I haven’t been there in, like, ten years, but it’s going to be so great!”
“Oh yeah. There’s so much to do there as an adult.”
“Shops, restaurants.”
“It’s just so clean!”
They all flushed at the same time, and came out discussing Magic Mountain. Upstairs, they rejoined the birthday party.
Hmm . . . Maybe Fresh is onto something.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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