tales from an ordinary world

2000-02-01

"oh I've tasted life and I'm ready"
Gene

The guys at work decided we should go out to lunch to celebrate my imminent holday - it'd been a while since we'd all gone to lunch anyway, so any excuse was good. Vietnamese. Very nice, too. Orange walls, minimal decor. Yeah. Cool.

...and now I'm in the shade of Degraves St, looking at the window of the Christian Science reading room with a nice cold beer (since it's a warm day and all). The unsung masses are hurrying to the railway station on their way home. Shopping bags, briefcases, heels, runners, sunglasses, hats, mobile phones...all a blur...

On the tram home was a face that looked so much like an old friend that I had to stop myself staring for too long and reminiscing, looking for the same expressions. Straining to hear the voice in case they sounded the same too. Still, I guess I didn't really want to find out - it was far too self-indulgent and silly of me.