08.29.05

Last night was the last night (for a while) of the Subterranean Beat Revival. There was poetry. There were thank yous and kudos zinging around the low-ceilinged basement. There was even some nudity--a penis that I never thought (nor hoped) to see.

I believe therapy may be necessary.

JR and I sat at the bar, being big goofballs and confusing everyone. Because, of course, men and women can't be friends. Eesh. I miss that dynamic so much--male friends can be such a blessing.

Even JR said that his roommate asked if we'd gotten up to any naughtiness, and if we hadn't, why not? Lord, Americans are bloody fixated. There are people with whom it's better to be friends than lovers. Why is this such a difficult concept?

Oh! I'd best fly. The cats need feeding and there's work to be done at the house.

Go. Be fabulous.

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