Wednesday, January 23, 2013
still-sound 142. 1642
It was my intention yesterday to drink away some of my sadness. I called on my friend Katie to help me achieve my goal. We met at a bar called 1642. I had been meaning to go for several months. Ever since Ramesh told me about it.
I sprayed on a fragrance called Sweet Dreams 2003 by A Lab on Fire. It smells like honeysuckle. Simple, natural, fragile.
The bar doesn't look like a bar from the outside. I felt awkward opening the front door because it looked like it would lead to a stranger's grotty apartment. I did open the door though and I found a charming speakeasy inside. I ordered myself a glass of Gewurtztraminer. Katie arrived shortly and had a glass of Zinfandel. We talked and drank until two musicians started to play at the back of the bar - one fellow on the piano and one fellow with a banjo on his knee. They played ragtime. They sang along to one of the songs. Their voices were full. As I chatted with Katie I thought that the entire bar was singing along.
The guy with the banjo sort of looks like me in this picture. But I assure you, it was not me. I'd like to be the sort of guy who could play the banjo though. Bluegrass plucked fluently from my fingers.
I had another glass of Gewurtztraminer. So did Katie. My heavy heart felt one notch lighter.