tales from an ordinary world

2002-01-19

At one point during the night, I went out the back yard - before it'd become so crowded you couldn't really move - and up in the night sky, a DC-3 circled overheard one way, then back the other. That old workhorse aircraft purr. I grabbed my lighter and relit a dead candle sitting on a fencepost while I looked for some stars.

At 7:30pm, we'd picked up Nicola from her new place, and I could smell cooking from one of the other flats. I couldn't really tell what it was, but it was nice, in that people-actually-cooking-cooking-at-home kind of way. At 2:30am as we dropped her off, I could smell bread from the (apparently) nearby bakery. Food. Her place will make me think of food from now on.

During the drive home, it all started coming to me - things I should've said, or done, or whatever. I regretted what probably amounted to being a bit standoffish (or maybe nobody really noticed). Next time, next party, I'll be better. Honest.