cheapness follows

[lauralh]

I actually ended up going out every night last week.

Monday: Garbage/No Doubt
Tuesday: DJ Mark Farina, Contour
Wednesday: Blue States
Thursday: Neighbours' 80s Night
Friday: Kid Koala, Contour
Saturday: drinking at Barca, Contour

This is detrimental because it makes me run out of money AND not want to look for work. I need to try to take it a little easier. At least I didn't spend too much money yesterday - skipped Crystal Method and various other options. But last night I just needed to get Steve drunk...


Standing on the beach, the rays of sun spill past the clouds. Seagulls soar, kites dip, and sailboats are visible against the snow-covered mountains on the peninsula. The cold and wind merely add to it all. We walk past a curve on the shore and stand on rocks. "We always meant to come back again, but we never did," he says between puffs on his cigarette. The sublime intensity of the moment - the contrast between sorrow and nature's beauty - shakes me so much I feel tears in my eyes. We talk about the weather and people and love.

It's another movie moment, spoiled only when children climb up the rocks next to us. "OK, I've lost it," I say, he agrees, and we move on.

Comments

[infinite-hiatus.livejournal.com]

it is a beautiful bit of prose :-)

[herbaliser.livejournal.com]

thanks, but my participle is dangling.