Of shades of brown butterflies falling through the floor
I have a lot of work to do but there is in me a /bounce spirit that makes concentrating harder than removing cooled homemade caramel from a formica tabletop. Remember that winter-sun-drenched feeling of stretching your legs on the rugby/soccer/hockey field, when everything is that Highveld dry golden brown, and every worry seeps into pearls of sweat which in turn soaks into the thirsty field. When there is no time but the next half an hour and you can smell too much brown Status deodorant* and fixate like only a teenager can on wide shoulders and a hint of collar bone and then still manage to feel bored. Teenagers are headshakingly weird creatures.
Anyway. Last night was epic. Little Brother’s band Urban had their first public gig. The full entourage was, of course, in attendance**. I couldn’t move for delicious 4 year olds who for some strange reason thought me quite lovely. Russian Mafia Guy, El the Legend, Lovely Redheaded Photographer and CC joined in. The guys from Black Cat Bone are severely cool and their music incendiary, if you can, definitely go see a gig. Hopefully I get to hang out with them again soon /grin.
Russian Mafia Guy took El and I home and loooordy that Merc can move. Kings of Leon, going far too fast and arctic wind coming through the sunroof through which I could touch the stars…that is just stylish. Like everything about that man. I reiterate that any woman who lands him is in for the ride of her life.
Tonight El and I are going out *attempts to stifle a muahahahah but fails miserably*. It might be some fun….no really, I kill me. Give me an E…give me a P…give me an I…give me C and then the blissfull sleep of a mild hangover and the stretchy yawning of the knowledge of a prod buttock evening out. /GRIN baby.
1. Word of the day: aesthesis – see if you can name one word that starts with that lovely vowel combination that is not somehow sublime?
2. Insight of the day: I might miss carbs but fitting into my vastly more attractive and younger brother’s jeans ROCKS.
3. State of the pool: Toffee Cape Velvet with crushed ice.
4. Random thought: Ever listened to Suzanne Vega’s Caramel?
5. Awesomest lines: this little gem from Perfect Guy
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