2004-09-11 
 

limes

The taste of limes reminds me of Christmas....but which Christmas?

Had dinner with Lena and her new beau this evening. A very nice time, but the food didn't quite agree with me. Ended up home on the couch medicating myself and trying hard to ignore my swirling stomach. Now it's late late late and I'm up again feeling oddly invigorated.

Limes. Limes have been, in my life, mostly a compliment to gin. Gin and tonic at Christmas.

They returned from Burning Man only days before and were full of stories to tell. G and I listened intently, and I was filled with a desire to go next year. Ideas for a theme run through my head, many based upon Ancient Grecian tales.

Sitting, sipping, smoking cigarettes.

Whatever we do, we'll need an RV. Even in the midst of thousands foresaking the normal, certain creature comforts will not seem untoward. Indeed I believe we shall find them a nice compliment to the larger trip.

Just being united with family and wallowing in the love.

This prose poem has been brought to you by the number 3 and the letters a m.

Labels: dose of mikey

* posted by me at 5:45 AM

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