Monday, October 11, 2004

SLEEP THE CLOCK AROUND
For awhile I watched aspiring performers at the trapeze school on the river. Few of the pupils seemed especially promising, but all appeared to be having a good time, which is perhaps more important. On Saturday evening several of us sat and talked (yelled, really, over the loud music) in a lovely lounge decorated like an upscale Victorian brothel before moving on to more adventurous activities. It was terrific to stay out and ambling around; there’s something very liberating about being out late. You feel (sometimes justifiably) a little irresponsible and completely removed from your day to day business until you see the flower snippers standing underneath their buzzing florescent lights and the escorts slinking home and you remember that you can be a part of it the next day.

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