Classic NYC Story

I took my jeans off again when I got home and took a good look at myself in that dress. It might be the shortest dress I own, with a hemline that stops a couple of inches above my knees and shows off my surprisingly-thick-for-a-skinny-girl legs. It has a somewhat clingy material, which accents curves in places where I don’t really have them. It is certainly one of the few articles of clothing I own that fits me as well as it does. Holy shit, I look good in that old dress.

A few video excerpts from Make Music New York, which was a day long music festival on the first official day of summer (which was yesterday). I didn’t see all of these shows… I can’t be in that many places at once. Thank you, youtube!

I lauded my friend for how smoothly he had handled the situation. He’s not usually good with unexpected things, but he was very classy in this one and I told him so. He looked me squarely in the eyes and said “We need to get another drink.”

…he heard me. I know he heard me. I swear to God… and not just because it’s an accompanist’s job to listen. We’ve done this song before, many, many times. We’ve made lot’s of music. He followed me and led me. He pushed me and pulled me, entered me and made love to me and I made love to him…

I had some perfume but did not need it; I already reeked of brightness. There were little tiny magnets pouring out of my pores. I’m so ready…