listening to Delroy Wilson:
and thinking about Hunter Thompson:
remember that scene of Fear and Loathing when Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo go to the carousel bar tripping on acid? that's what Orlando feels like so far, except without the acid. come to think of it, though, i haven't tested the tap water...
the acid is beside the point.
the point is that last night i saw zebra, giraffes, and the silhouettes of what appeared to be watusi:
the animal
not the dance
a ten year old boy told a bird not to poop in the water, and an imaginary Salvadoran gave me a recipe for butternut squash. the coffee tastes like ammonia. a girl from Swaziland showed us to our table; dessert was involved.
as far as i can remember, i've only been in Orlando once before, more than twenty years ago when my aunt and uncle were living in Tampa. we drove to Disney World, and i fretted the whole way across I-4 that i wouldn't be "this tall" when it came time to ride Space Mountain. thankfully i was.
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dinner
companion.
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table
dinner
companion.
(stories were recounted across the table:
childhood, metaphysics and pleasant distraction.)
childhood, metaphysics and pleasant distraction.)
i took notes on the night before, and
ate Mickey Mouse's face this morning;
i found myself unable to:
ate Mickey Mouse's face this morning;
i found myself unable to:
I love this. Made me laugh, made me think, made me very happy for the weekend, even if much of it was a pleasant distraction. Thanks (:
ReplyDeletep.s. I may try to learn how to Watusi, though that man makes it look kind of perverted and painful.
i strongly approve of any and all attempts to watusi. and, as we both know the proverbial Man is capable of making even the most innocent and wholesome pleasure appear as perverted and painful. (see Uncle Walt for details...)
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