In theory of progress, this weekend was healthy. There are parts of town that are hard for me to be in, too many memories that are painfully good. I made a step out to settle into the pain, and just maybe, run through the other side of it. Even better, I got to discover chai lattes. No one told me about these!
E and I also got in trouble for playing long forgotten 80s music in a pool hall on campus were we went to watch D and his roommate play pool. I shimmied and sung (!) to a little Duran Duran and as E left to take a call, D pulled me aside, “What the hell kind of music is this?”
I shot him a withering glance. “This is just to annoy you. The next song is Me So Horny.”
He rolled his eyes and went back to playing pool. E and I sat and watched, we noticed that the outcast Peter Gabriel Best Of album made an older man’s night. First, there was a little love dance to the pool cue to Red Rain and after our selection had run out, we hear a yodel of, “Shock the Monkey!”
Well worth the money for that alone.