this morning we hung out, chilled out. listening to the OST of 'in the mood for love' where i recounted the story to him in georgia font.

'naoplean dynamite' is a nerdy brainless show but it's sweet and tight. we took a bus ride we never wanted to end. sitting at the second storey we wound through lonely roads. we sipped teh si at far east square and watched old folks line dancing. repercussions at the heineken green room session was a disappointment so we walked to city hall and took a lift up to the bar at the 70th storey. they were playing puccini's 'madam butterfly', that tragic aria that is so sob-inducing. with sofas facing the black sky where the stars were inverted into city lights we drank our beers and cocktails.

we never stopped talking for even a minute, a regular staccato and sometimes adagio.

a belvedere vodka white hankderchief for a memoir.